When I was young, this is all I wanted to grow up to be. I’m glad I didn’t have a baby when I was younger, with the wrong person, or when I was the person I was then…not ready. But now that I’m in my late thirties, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the chance, and part of me feels empty at the thought. My life is full, with love, laughter, my family, and (every day) other people’s beautiful children. However, I would like a child of my own, whom I can love and nurture, whom I can help grow into the wonderful human being they are.

I think about my Mom, how much I love her, and how much fun we have together, and I want that relationship with my child, too.