Heart Song

Many years ago I became a mother. My babies kept leaving me before I had a chance to snuggle them. Then my oldest was born. I never felt him kick. I never saw a heartbeat or an ultrasound. I didn’t witness his birth. We met for the first time in the hallway of a clinic a few hours after he was born. A year later, my youngest was born. I carried him for 10 months but I was too damaged to enjoy it. I lived every second worried that something was wrong. When I wasn’t sick, I went to the ER because I was convinced he had died. To be honest, I don’t even remember being pregnant. I was that scared – all the time. The common denominator with all of them is that they grew in my heart well before they were born. A mother doesn’t have to carry a child. A mother doesn’t have to have physical babies with them. A mother doesn’t have to run through fields of daisies while connecting with her swollen belly. A woman becomes a mother the moment her heart sings for her child. Please remember to respect that all families are not built the same way and not all mother’s started with a flutter in their uterus. Every story is different- and not one is less amazing than the other. Enjoy your day everyone!