At 17 I worked at Cold Stone.
At 18 I was a custodian.
At 20 I worked at a bowling alley.
At 22 I was a teacher.
At 24 I had Maxine. I am a mom.
Maxine.
When I think about her, tears well up in my eyes. I have never, ever, felt joy the way I do with her in our family.
I always knew I wanted to be a mom. Growing up, Cami and I would play MASH for hours and the jobs I would choose for myself, ranked, were mom, teacher, nurse, and then Cami would pick something terrible like grave digger. I would dream about having children, what their names would be, what they would look like, what songs I would sing to them etc. When it got close to having Maxine I wondered if I had built up being a mom so much, the reality would let me down.
The reality is better than any fantasy I had ever dreamed up. I love her more than I can even describe. When I take care of her I feel strong. When she smiles at me I feel warmth. There is a clear sense of purpose when I am with her every day. I have never felt the way I do since she has joined our family.
Being a mom is the best job I have ever had. Maxine, thanks for coming to me.






