Onts a time (as my 2 year old would say), for as far back as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I’ve imagined what it might feel like to carry a baby inside me, what I would look like pregnant, and what a miracle it would be to bring a life into this world. I remember taking notice of every pregnant woman I saw and smiling at how beautiful they were and wondering how I would look. (I’m talking past tense since we are talking about my thoughts in the past. Don’t worry, I still smile at pregnant women…and thank the lord some other amazing woman put her body through all of that for me!)

Would my children and I be close? Would they be kind, generous, loving – all the things I hoped to pass along? Would my children want to have heart-to-hearts? Would they look like me? These are all questions I’d asked myself. And yes, I keep saying children because I always imagined having at least a few (with my gorgeous, successful husband in my big house on a farm, somewhere over the rainbow! Hey, this was MY dream!).

Being a mother is something I know I was put on this earth to be. I knew motherhood was so much bigger than me that I almost couldn’t grasp what it would be like. I knew I had so much love to give and above all else, I always believed, that somewhere over the rainbow, I would have this experience. I wanted to be needed and to feel that intense, strong mutual love. I wanted children to carry on my legacy.

Did you always know that you wanted to be a parent? What does it mean to you? And how do you even know you can handle it?

Come back on March 1st for “Lions & Tigers & Bears!” Oh my.

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