On Mothering

Hey Readers!

Since Mother’s Day weekend is coming up, I’ve penned as special mother’s day post this week. Enjoy!

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I first found out I was going to be a mom in a Burger King bathroom.

I was twenty-four and had just completed my bachelor’s degree. It had taken me 6 years to accomplish that task because I’d been working full time as a Head Start teacher while going to school. My soon to be husband and I were engaged, but our wedding was scheduled a year out. I wasn’t planning on having kids yet. I was waiting for the “right time.” 

I took the test on my lunch break because I thought there was no way I was pregnant. I’ll take the test, get a negative result, stop stressing, and then my period will come. I had it all figured it out.

So, imagine my surprise when that Clear Blue Easy gave a glaring plus sign. I nearly fell down in the stall. Not only that, but when I went back to my job as an infant teacher, I returned to eight screaming babies that pleaded to …