My Husband: A Personal Narrative Of My Life
Those first couple of weeks were the hard on me. But after I started to get the hang of things ←and→ got into a routine, ←and→ my life got easier. I guess my motherly instinct kicked in because I could differentiate what each cry meant. I realized then there is a big difference between raising your own ←and→ assisting with someone else with their child. My son has changed me in so many ways. I don't resent my mother as much as much. My mothers not caring ways helped me be the person I forgave her for the way she made me feel ←and→ now we talk more than we ever have.
If it wasn't for my son teaching me how to love, I would probably still be mad at my mother. Now I look at the bigger picture whenever something is not going my way, I try to find something positive ←and→ try to make the best out of my situation. I am a better ←and→ more responsible person because of him, ←and→ I realize everything I do affects him. I can't go out the newest cell phone ←or→ spend a bunch of money on clothes like I use to. Now his needs come before mine ←and→ imperfectly fine with that. No matter what happens in my life, my child will always come first. My goal is to be the best mother I can be ←and→ give him all of the love ←and→ support he