As I sit here and look at my newborn son, I think about what motherhood means to me. I think about my mothers. My biological mother, my adopted mother, my "other mother", my mother in law, and my grandmother. I think about me as a mother, what kind of mother Will I be. I think about how each of these mothers has helped shape me into the person who I am and the mother that I will become.
My heart breaks for the my biological mother, how hard it must have been to give me up for adoption. Yet, how selfless and how simply loving of her to do so. My heart breaks for the little girl who was under my adopted mothers hold. My heart breaks, just missing my grandmother.
I have always wanted to be a mother, but also always scared of what kind of mother I would be. I have never had, with all the mothers listed above, a real relationship with a mother. However, my entire life I have yearned for one.
I will try my very best to be a wonderful, caring, loving, patient, compassionate and fair mother to my son.... MY SUN.
