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A Letter to the Child Who Made me a Mom




PCOS (Polycystic ovary syndrome). It’s a common syndrome in women, and for some it can cause fertility issues. 

As a young woman who wants children, this news is heartbreaking. On top of that, I was also 200 pounds overweight which has a whole set of childbearing restraints on it’s own. 
As far back as I can remember, as a little girl playing with her baby dolls, I dreamed of being a mommy. Holding my babydoll I would sing to her, rock her back and forth, and do all of the things I had seen my older sister do with her babies.

And that feeling never left my heart as I grew older. 

So now that we are moving closer to Mothers Day, I want to share a letter to the child who made a mom in honor of the single most special day of the year for me. 

My Long Road to Becoming a Mom

Dear McKenna,

At a young age, I was told there was a good chance I wouldn’t be able to have children, or at least it would be challenging because I had what is called
In my early 20s, I decided it was time to make some lifestyle changes, because I was tired of feeling the way I did, physically and mentally I was just not well. By the time I was 22 years old, I had lost over 200 pounds and was feeling the best I had ever felt in my life. 

And shortly after that I got pregnant with you -my very first child. 

I will forever remember the day I heard these words, It’s a girl! 

My heart was overjoyed, because I had beat the odds, not only in losing a substantial amount of weight, but also in the promise of my future. My future as a mom. 

You became the center of my world. I guarded your every step, I read to you, and held you tight. I pushed you high in the swing, and sang to you just to see the corners of your mouth bend upward. My heart pounded every single time I looked in your eyes. My love for you was swift and bold. I had never experienced anything more powerful in my life. 

I was and still am a proud mom. And now that I have four kids, I realize that being a mommy is the most important thing I’ll ever have accomplished in this lifetime. 

To the child who made me a mom

You taught me what it means to love someone else without condition. You filled my future with purpose and hope, unlike anyone or anything else had on this journey. And as we near the day we celebrate mom’s all around the world, I count my blessings. Because being a mom is such a special and life-changing experience. One that I will never take for granted.

Thank you, my child, for defining my life, for being the light that shines brightly in the darkest days, and being a beacon of strength in my heart that pulls me forward. You are and always will be my everything. And yes, you do have to share space in my heart with others, but there is something that no one else could ever have, and that’s being the one who made me a mom first. 

I love you more than words and I am so happy to be able to watch you grow into a beautiful young woman with her whole life ahead. I believe you are going to do great things with the life that I have helped to shape. You are perfect just the way you are in my eyes.  

Love always Mom


Bio

Nicole Emanuel is the creator and executive writer of a parenting lifestyle blog, Keep Calm its Life. She is committed to sharing her family’s journey on living healthy lifestyles, while motivating moms around the world to practice loving themselves away from perfect parenting. Nicole and her husband are busy raising a 13-year-old outspoken teenage girl and three boys, ages 7, 6 and 4 in Colorado. If you’re ever looking for healthy lifestyle tips, positive parenting, and self-care regimens please be sure to check out her blog. 






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