I was too young to fully grasp my loss when I left that hospital alone.
I was a beaming 23 when I brought home my first baby.
A little older when my first daughter took her wobbly steps.
I felt ancient at my youngest’s cancer bedside.
Next year I am the mom of a high schooler, a middle schooler and one in elementary school.
They astound me with their ability to accept change.
They amaze me each day with the laughter they produce.
The best of me. The best of him. Three extraordinary people.
I had a hand in creating. I’m constantly molding. I see dreams of impossible beauty in their eyes.
A day long ago I wished to never have children.
Every day is the mother’s gift of a wish unfulfilled.