The Birth Of A Mother
When I dreamed of forging into womanhood as a child, my ideals invariably encompassed three primary events: Fall in love. Get married. Have children. Immediately after the birth of my son in 1995, I quickly learned that parenthood was about more than baby showers, tiny layettes, charming little baby clothes, a few sleepless nights, and proud morning strolls around the neighborhood with a perfect little baby in tow.