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Time really seems to fly at lighting speed. It seems like yesterday that my son was born. I remember it so vividly. Four in a half years ago, on a hot summer night, my son was born at 11:09pm after 17 hours of a long and grueling induced labor. He was 81bs, 8ozs, and 20 inches long. When they placed his small body next to me, I thought, “Wow, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes were wide open and he was starring straight at me. He was so plump and had a head full of dark black hair. I was in complete awe. The doctor joked and called him a sumo wrestler, saying he was the biggest baby delivered that night. He was adorable. This person in my wound was finally a reality.
As soon as this person entered my life, my whole world changed completely. People say this all the time. But, it’s true. For me, raising my son and being a mother has given me a sense of purpose and a strength I never knew I had. And situations that were okay before were no longer okay now. Moves that I needed to make, but delayed, were now made with leaps of faith. The fears I ran from before, I now faced them head on. I just kept pushing forward determined to overcome and win at any task set before me. Failure was not an option! I had this little person who was depending on me for everything. Being a mother has challenged me in ways I’ve never been challenged before, but it’s also given me the greatest strength and love I’ve ever known. My son teaches me every day
how to be more patient and compassionate and to persevere through trials, to be hopeful, the meaning of unconditional love and how to love more deeply. Being a mother to my son has given me incredible strength, courage, faith, and hope. Maybe he’s here to teach me—like a sort of spiritual guru— more than I’m here to mother him. With deep gratitude, I admit, Jordan has made a woman out of me! Thank you little person for entering my life!
