For as long as I can remember I've known I wanted to be a mom. Did I think I would become a mom for the first time in my 40's absolutely not. I watched my sisters become mom's and as happy as I was for them I was a tiny bit jealous. When they were becoming moms I was at a place where I was giving up on my dream of motherhood for a guy that didn't want kids. After that relationship ended I figured I would end up a single mom by choice and started researching adoption, then I met Dave and I put those plans on hold again.
Now here I am within arms reach of my goal of becoming a mom. It's weird knowing that our kids are out there somewhere and next year at this time we will hopefully be celebrating mother's day as a family. Do I know what kind of mom I'm going to be no - but I hope that learning from the examples of my grandmother, mom and sisters I will be a good listener and somebody that my children will look up to.