I am finally a mother.
I cannot express my delight at this fact in mere words; my whole life I have been faced with naysayers. The doctors who told me I was unable to conceive, the adoption agencies who told me my criminal past was an insurmountable hurdle.
I have a son.
When I brought him home with me, he was incessant in his crying. I have shown him love and comfort, and now he barely sheds a tear. He looks up at me from within my arms, and I see nothing in his eyes but love. I am sure he sees the same in mine. I know he grow to be a decent and honest person, and I can almost see the greatness of his future accomplishments in my head. When I think of this, it feels me with pride. I know I can be a good mother, because I am both nurturing and strong.
I will be the best mother.
The woman who took him home from the hospital could never have given him what I can. I believe she knows this; she must sense it in her bones the same way that I sense it in mine. I’m sure she must have cried when she found the empty pram, but in the end she has to know it was for the best.
I know I made the right decision.
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