After years of infertility, I didn't feel like a Mom as soon as I brought my son home from the hospital. Unlike most moms who have 9 months to prepare, we had two days. Literally, 48 hours. From the time we first heard about a newborn baby boy, until we took custody of him--was exactly 48 hours. On the way home, we kept expecting to see police lights behind us telling us there was a mistake--this baby was not our son. Over the next few weeks we bonded with him and our love for him grew more every day. But the feelings that we were just long term babysitters---and that the dream would soon end. One day, when Chewie was about 2 or 3 months old, we were visiting his birth mom, Helen. Helen was playing with Chewie on the floor. A friend came over to meet him. After a few minutes of playing, Helen asked, "Are we allowed to take him outside?" At that moment, I knew--beyond a shadow of a doubt---that I was him mom, and he was my son. Forever. It was 9 or 10 months later before the judge made it official. But I never questioned my role again.
5 Minutes for Mom challenged bloggers to share a motherhood memory. They are also giving away a bunch of prizes.