I never thought I’d be a Mom.
I desperately wanted to be one.
I knew when I was a kid that I wanted to be a wife and a Mom.
Yesterday my four year old asked me why people kill other people. I thought she was sleeping. I had the news on. She must have been awake and listening for a while. I had no clue. Her innocent little voice broke the spell that I was under. I had been transfixed listening intently to the stories of the people…