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I didn’t choose to become a mother. I was chosen. It’s a privilege. Not a right. I sometimes forget that. Like this morning as I was talking to a co-worker and I made some off-hand remark about my children ( I honestly can’t remember what it was) and her response was “ I always wanted to be a mother. I had a boy. But he died.”

She didn’t sound sad. More matter of fact. Which only God knows what it took to get her to that acceptance. But it brought into full view once again all the gifts, blessings and riches I have in my life. I honestly did not choose to be a mother. They came along as fate saw fit for me to receive them. I was not one of those people who consciously thought of becoming a parent as I grew up into adulthood. It could have been neither here nor there for me.

Yet my children have been my most profound relationships. There are no words to describe the depth of the growth and expansion one HAS to go through. I’m not just talking about unconditional love, or when people say they didn’t know what love was until they held their child for the first time. Nah. That’s the easy part. That’s the given part.

I am talking about facing yourself in aspects that you would never be challenged to without a child. There is not a point ever where you can simply walk away from yourself. The daily challenge arises. Who are you that your child will want to model her or himself after you?