A Mother’s Love
It's 1944....she is 25 and pregnant with her first of ten children. She truly believed her role in life was to mother....and she took her job very seriously. Every example she set was good, and she rarely negotiated when your safety and wellbeing were at stake. She gave birth to me - her baby - at the age of 44, and over the course of my life's trials and tribulations, her love for me never faltered. Ever.
I married in 1988 and within 5 1/2 years suffered the loss of 5 pregnancies...including a set of twins - one lost on a Tuesday...the other, sadly, the following Saturday. I was beyond devastated...but because of my mother, her love of mothering and her belief that I, too, would be a great mom someday....I carried on.
Although that marriage didn't last, I did...and so did my faith that being a mom was still an option. I luckily met my second husband when I was 36, and miraculously gave birth to my first child when I was 39. Following 3 years later, came my Little Lou, who completed my puzzle.
Luckily, my mother lived long enough to welcome both into the world and see me mother, a job she believed I was destined to have.
Finally, a job found me!