To have loved and lost is better than to have never loved at all. It damn sure hurts to lose. To lose one and to become one. A mother. A guardian, a teacher, a never ending ocean of true and unconditional love. As I feel her kicking or moving unidentifiable parts throughout my midsection I don’t wonder how I felt to my mom, instead I wonder if I’m ready, I remember my moms words ” when you have children you stop being selfish” as told to her by her mother. I wonder if my not quite together life is together enough to just figure it out along the way. I can’t imagine what she will look like, if I will see myself in her. All I know for sure is that it will be a journey; one I probably would not trade for the world.