Yes, I'm a MOM!

For those that ask, "Why doesn't your daughter live with you? Why is she with her dad?" Here is my side.

No, my daughter does not live with me. She actually lives 200 miles away with her dad and step-mom and half sisters (sister #3 to make her debut today or tomorrow!). I don't get to talk to her everyday or know what her little quirks are. I can't tell you the number of freckles she has on her nose. I wasn't there on her first day of school. I won't be there to kiss her owies better or watch her ride her new bike.

But I'm her mom. I watched her take her first steps and held her at night when she couldn't sleep. I'm the one who rocked with her for hours singing every lullaby I could when she couldn't go to sleep at night. I was there when she said the alphabet for the first time. I am the one with a permanent scar on my lower abdomen that reminds me that I have the most amazing, wonderful and caring daughter. She laughs like me. She sings like me. She even has my blonde hair and blue eyes! But most importantly, not matter what happens in life she is all mine.

I know the day will come when she will have questions, and I will have answers. She may not call me "mom", but it's ok. I have an unconditional love for her. I know that someday I will be sealed to her for Eternity. I will be able to have her by my side again someday.

But, until that day comes I will talk on the phone. I will send funny little cards and packages for her birthday. I will make the 3 hour drive just to spend an hour with me. It is all worth it to hear her say, "I love you."