If you met me 4 years ago, I would have told you my life could be complete without having a child. I spent my days working, going to college, spending time with family and friends, pursuing whatever interested me at the time. I had gotten married, settled down. I was happy, but I always pondered what was to come next in life.
Then one day, it hit me. I was pregnant. Now as a married woman, this was great news, it was naturally the next step. My family was going to grow. My husband was excited. But inside I was scared, I had serious doubts. I recalled a decision I made around the age 13. It wasn't something I openly admitted, even to myself. I didn't want to have kids. If anything, I thought maybe one day I would possibly adopt. But having one of my own, wasn't something I had wanted to do. I didn't want to bring a child into this world, to be subjected to pain and suffering.
I had no idea how wrong I was. That was before I had Baby A.
Of course, I still wish my child would never face pain or suffering, but having a child of my own, well that is absolutely, without a doubt, the most amazing thing to ever happen. God took my life in His hands and showed me what I had been missing. He showed me "the next step" I had constantly been searching for. As I began my journey into motherhood, for the first time in life, I know longer looked for what I could do next. I was, 100%, completely and utterly satisfied with my life.
Momma B
