So to my son, I say:
You didn't give me stretch marks. You didn't grow in my belly for nine months.
Mom and Dad will never pull out our baby photos and try to decide who you look more like. We will probably always get second glances at the grocery store.
I'll never make a heartwarming video about how wonderful my pregnancy was and make millions of moms cry.
You didn't kick me or hear my voice from the womb.
In fact, you didn't even know me until you emerged into this big world. You never heard me talk to you. You never heard my heartbeat from the inside.
You won my heart. Instantly.
You reminded me that love makes a family.
You made me excited about life again.
You gave me hope.
The road to motherhood wasn't easy. It was very complicated. Life is complicated. But know this, baby, every complicated and quirky little piece of our life led us to each other. I may not have been meant to be pregnant, but there is no mistaking that I was meant to be a mom. Your mom.
And you did that. You made me a mom.