I remember when my daughter was born, I had lost all hope for a real and meaningful relationship. I began falling back to a previous relationship, my mind clouded by deceit and being torn apart by rumors and distrust. What did I know? I was starting the third lively decade of my life and crushed by the one person I thought I could trust for life... my husband. Yeah, that lasted six months, we split, then two months later the most amazing thing happened, my daughter was born. I began feeling frustrated with myself, not knowing what to do, because my plan for the perfect family had failed, miserably. Those beautiful blue eyes of hers brought out something in me and all I could do was thank heaven she didn't look a thing like her father. I had to protect her. I had to make sure she didn't grow up the same way I did. I became... a mom.
The mind set wasn't instantaneous, unlike the title. It took a few months for me to truly grow into it and another two years to fully appreciate the meaning. In that moment and every moment thereafter, I realized that no matter what, from then on, I would never be alone.
The mind set wasn't instantaneous, unlike the title. It took a few months for me to truly grow into it and another two years to fully appreciate the meaning. In that moment and every moment thereafter, I realized that no matter what, from then on, I would never be alone.
