My Birthing Story
Growing up, I never really dreamed of having kids. That was my mom's dream, and she did it (...eleven times!). I had the joy of witnessing and being a part of seven younger siblings growing up. I remember always celebrating life and welcoming with open arms a new baby into the home. I really did enjoy cuddling the newborn, burping him/her after feeding, and being proud at times I was the sibling able to rock them to sleep. It was fun in the moment, but I was happily ready to hand him/her off when they started to cry. I did my fair share of babysitting through high school and some in college, but I never really got too attached and was usually kind of relieved when the parents came home so I could leave. I was much more interested in pursuing career, travel, and missions, and I thought marriage and babies would slow me down (obviously still had a lot to learn, but that's a story for another blog). All that being said, the fact that I am now (33 years old) a mom myself sharing my...