You saw the way he was beaming at her–as she carried his baby carefully against her chest. She didn’t even catch his glance, her husband’s proud gaze. But you did. And something shifted in your heart. And you wish you could give this gift to your husband. The gift of children. The gift of being a dad. Because you’ve seen…
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As a little girl, I always knew when I grew up I wanted a big family. As I got older, I feared I wouldn’t have one! I got married at the young age of nineteen to my high-school sweetheart. After almost two years of marriage, we decided to start trying to conceive. A whole year passed by, but I was…
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When I hear the word “barren,” I find it offensive. Not because I view myself as barren. I actually don’t. If I view myself that way, I feel I’ve accepted defeat. I’ve given up. I’ve reserved myself to the fear that God has forgotten me and my desire to be a mother. No, I’m not offended that my physical body…
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When I was a little girl I had no bigger dream in life than to become a mommy. I had it all planned out. I would marry the man of my dreams and we would have two wonderful children. First a girl, then two to three years later, a boy. It was going to be perfect. My husband and I…
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I was standing in my black bathrobe with sopping wet, just-showered hair hanging down my back, waiting for my coffee to finish brewing, when my 4-year-old daughter said out of no where, “Mom! You’re the cutest one in our family!” She was gazing at me starry-eyed. Like I was a Disney princess. (And not a Disney villain like Cruella DeVille,…
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