I am a woman who has spent a lifetime longing to be a mother. As a child, I played with dolls, lovingly caring for each one as though they were my own and not made of plastic or cloth. I grew older and began taking care of real children by babysitting and volunteering at my church as a youth leader. I even spent four years as a preschool teacher through college (and a bit beyond). Caring for children came as natural to me as breathing.
I was born to be a mother. Being a mother was ingrained so deeply in me that it is an integral part of who I am. Looking back, I took for granted that the road to motherhood would be easy. After all, I have had such a blessed and full life. I have wanted for nothing. Why, then, would having a child be any different? I wanted one, and so it would happen.
I learned the hard way that sometimes the things we want most are the hardest to achieve.