If you're seeing this post, I'm either at the hospital with Kim or recovering from the birth process of our son Aidan Robert Haggerty.
Today's guest post is brought to you by the person who made it possible for me to even be here: My mom! She's the mother of seven kids, and the source of my sarcasm. I'm proud to be making her a grandmother for the fourth time!
Enjoy!
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As far back as I can remember (12 years old) the only thing I wanted to be was a mother. It never changed. I wanted to get married and have babies…lots of babies.I didn’t want to be a teacher, doctor, nurse, dentist or anything else. I wanted to be a mommy! I longed to hold my child in my arms and love him, rock him, kiss him and just take care of him.
Not having a good childhood myself, I wanted my child’s formative years to be perfect. I thought about all the things that I would not do and all the wonderful things that I would do. I wanted more for my child in the way of love and kindness than I had known. I grew up feeling insecure, unloved and uncared for…and it followed me into my adulthood. I didn’t know who I was or what I was supposed to be.
