Sometimes we are born to parents who rejoice in our birth and dedicate the rest of their lives doing whatever needs to be done to make us feel truly loved and accepted. Sometimes we are born to parents who are perhaps not expecting us and flounder all the years to follow to achieve some semblance of attachment and bonding. I have always known that I am the type of mother who would drop anything and everything in front of me to rescue my child in her time of need. I would check under her bed 10 times to quiet her fears of scary monsters. I'd welcome her crawling into my own bed at 2 am if she had even the tiniest fear in her heart and thought I'd be her comfort. I'd hold her in my arms, on my lap till my arms and legs went numb, so long as she knew I was there for her always, that she'd always be my baby. I'd be there through broken hearts and shattered dreams. Through lost friends and tragic failures. I'm her mother. These are my duties as her caretaker. I wouldn't have it any other way! And I would never be able to forgive myself if my daughter ever had to wonder, "Why is my mom not with me right now?!"
