There were so many questions I had about love three years ago. I questioned relationships and myself constantly. There were no goals in my life, I had no direction. Then it all changed.
As May arrives, I think about where I was three years ago. At two and a half months pregnant, on Mother's Day, I announced to my family that I was having a baby.
At the time, I was in the early stages of the pregnancy, and the reality of the situation had not completely hit me. I look back on my pregancy experience now and know that I really had no idea what I was about to experince. Obviously, all first time mothers dont know what to expect, because you can not be prepared for motherhood. But what I have learned about the most, and what I am so grateful to have in my life, is Love. The enormous feelings that I have for Oliver are consuming. Love feels like a small, insignificant and often abused word to use for such an amazing soulful connection.
Regardless of what word is used to describe the feelings that a mother has for her child, it is something that every woman deserves to feel in her life. Oliver is a blessing, joy and so much more. I am so lucky to have this priceless child in my life.