Being a Mother

I always knew I wanted to be a mother, a good mother. One of my biggest fears was to not be able to be a mother. Bella is the most important thing in the world to me. My love for her is true and forever. The most precious part of my day is waking up to see her smile every morning and then she stretches her little arms...the thought of this is melting my heart and making me smile right now:)


I also knew I wanted my babies to have a good father. This is the first thing that ever attracted me to Weston. I knew he would be a good father. He was a kid magnet just like me. In high school, were we meet, he helped in the elementary art class. In the hallways, whenever the all the little kiddies would walk by, they would come up and give him a big high five. It was just too cute.

And Weston is just what I knew he would be, a good father. A great, wonderful father! He loves Bella with every ounce of his body and it makes me so proud. Growing up with a distance father, like every 5 to 10 years distance, was very rough on me. I cried a lot about it and used it as an excuse to do whatever bad I wanted. I always wondered why me.

I now know why me. To be understanding of what it is like to have a poor father and taking that prospect and providing my child with a good father. My tears were for her joys. This revelation is both strong and encouraging. There is a reason for everything. We may not know why things happen the way they do at first but one day, soon or far away; you will never know, it will make sense and you will understand.