Being a Mom......Part 1

I always wanted to be a mom.

Let me clarify...........ALL I ever wanted was to be a Mom......

I loved my dolls!!! Oh let me count the ways .......

I had many dolls that all had been given painstakingly special, well-thought out, lovely names.  They were impeccably dressed, perfectly coiffed, and displayed impressive manners (for dolls).  I made most of their clothes.   I gave them haircuts as needed and designed new hairstyles by request.  They all had individually unique blankets and their own dwelling space, though crowded, in my room.

I remember being alot older than my friends, still enjoying my doll "family".  

However, when there was just no way to conceal their existence from my friends any longer, I remember being very heartbroken about retiring them.

So my daily routine with my "family" evolved into dreaming about the someday "real family" I would have.  

My Mom remembers that I always said I wanted six children. I just remember wanting arm fulls......

Then, one summer, I babysat my adorable 3 month old cousin.  I was 14 and so thrilled to have been entrusted to care for my Aunt's only child and my youngest cousin.

I feed her, bathed her, changed her diapers and just cuddled and smelled her!! I loved it.......for awhile.  Everyday my Aunt would come home from work and I would dress my baby cousin in one of the many adorable outfits in her closet!!  I was in heaven........mostly.

But then, as my friends were going to the beach, making plans about our upcoming High School days, having pool parties and sleep overs........I missed being 14.  I missed my friends.

By the time the summer was over, I decided I wanted 2 or 3 children, not the original house-full I had sketched for myself.

Its funny how maturity or a loving dose of reality changes our course. 

 I remember my Mom proclaiming that summer to be the best prescription for birth control she could have ever given.  Perhaps it was for a 14 year old girl.  Caring for a newborn was heaven but hard work, too.  It didn't ever change my desire to want babies of my own to care for......but maybe it did help me post-phone it for awhile!!!

Part 2...........Inconceivable Journey to becoming a Mom!