Mother’s Day will be rapidly approaching. It’s that one day a year that is set aside to honor those women that are proudly called “Mom”. I truly feel that being a Mother is one of God’s greatest blessings and highest callings.

I gave birth to my daughter when I was 22 years old. We have been the “dynamic duo” ever since. She came as a surprise, because I had been to the doctor a couple months prior, and was told, that I more than likely would not be able to conceive. My own Mother accompanied me to the doctor’s appointment. Finding out that I may not be able to have a child was devastating and I cried most of the way home. I prayed about it and low and behold about four months later I found out I was pregnant. This time I cried tears of joy because I was happy and then tears of sorrow, because the timing wasn’t right. I was still in college with one semester to go before completion.

Ready or not, nine months later, a six pound eight ounce baby girl was placed in my arms. I loved her immediately and talked to her all the time. I always read to her and sang to her and packed her around like a baby doll.  By the time she was a few weeks old, I could not imagine what my life would have been without her. My entire existence for 18 years was centered on being “Taylor’s Mom”. Lord knows I did not do everything right, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. My goal was to raise a happy little girl that would grow into a good person and caring responsible adult that would contribute to society. I think I managed that, even if I couldn’t get her to eat her vegetables.

Being a good parent is exhausting. It depletes you emotionally, financially, and physically, but it is the highest form of God’s love. To steal from the Peace Corp motto, being a parent is the toughest job you will ever love.