I carried Colin for 9 months. I felt him kick and move. I pushed him out of my body. I contributed my DNA to create him. All these make me biologically connected to him, but none of them make me his mommy.
I have gotten baby poo all over my pants. I have cleaned baby poo from Colin's bouncer. I have rinsed and washed numerous poopy cloth diapers. I have been spit up on too many times to count. I have cleaned spit up from the couch and my pants and of course, my shirt. I have gone to the store with spit up on my shirt. I walk around with a crazy hairdo because I don't have time to fix it. I don't eat lunch because I am too busy feeding my Little Man. And I don't mind that I have done all these things. That is what makes me Colin's Mommy.
I would do anything for my Little Man. My needs come second after his. Biology has nothing to do with it. It is all about love.
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