Day 5 and Day 6 is dedicated to my children.
I was only 18 years old when my daughter, Vickie, was born. And I quickly learned that becoming a mother...whether you are ready for it or not...is a big step towards being able to handle a lot of responsibility and involves total commitment. The moment I saw Vickie I was overcome with tears. I had been carrying this precious life in me for nine months and was holding a perfect human...10 fingers, 10 toes and a cute button nose. My daughter had a full head of hair and the nurses would "fix it up fancy" every chance they got! I was so nervous handling my new baby girl. I was so afraid that I was going to drop her or hurt her somehow...she seemed so small and fragile.
When my son, Colt, was born 4 years later I was still nervous when I held him but not as much as I was with my daughter. By now I was a pro at handling a baby. I was more worried about both children's future and if I would be a good mother to them both. I was so afraid of messing things up and if I did mess them up, not being able to fix them.
The responsibility that comes with having children was very overwhelming at times. I learned to give my love to another human being, unconditionally, which at first I did not think was possible. I also learned how to protect my children, like a mother lion watching her cubs. Yes, I messed up a lot BUT things always seem to smooth out.
Vickie and Colt are both adults now and for the most part I think I did a good job with them. I love them with all my heart.