I remember a special moment when I was a single mom in nursing school. My girls were in the bath one morning. Charis was 1 & Dazlin almost 3 and I was brushing my hair or something when Dazlin said, “Momma, you’re so beautiful.” Charis, who could not talk well (yet), was nodding her head yes – emphatically. It gave me a warm, loving feeling. I would do anything for these two girls. I felt that then. I feel it now.
At 20, the doctor told me I had a pre-malignant tumor on my ovary. We did surgery and found other complications. I was in my junior year of college on my journey to a PhD. My doc told me if I ever wanted kids that I needed to get pregnant now. Nope. That did not fit my grand life plan. People joke that I must’ve immediately gone off birth control. Nope. I went on more. And apparently, God knew better than I did – I discovered I was pregnant in the first few weeks of my senior year. This was after an earlier miscarriage.
I’ve posted about being pregnant before, so I won’t go into those details here. Rather, let me reflect on being a mom. My girls define me. They make me a better person. They make me fight to always do the right thing.
In my daughters’ eyes, I am a hero. I am strong and wise and I know no fear. Though the truth is plain to see [they were] sent to rescue me, I am who I wanna be in my daughters’ eyes. ~ Martina McBride.
This. This is what it means to me to be their mother.