I am married to my high school sweetheart. Together we have four children – my dream family – two sons and two daughters. Except that my family didn’t quite come to be the way I had always dreamed. 

It’s May 2020 as I write this. I celebrated my 50th birthday this month. As is often the case, milestone birthdays tend to cause us to reflect and look back on our journey. Mother’s Day also falls in May and it stirs in me conflicting emotions. I became a mom in 1990 when my first baby was born, however, my motherhood was not celebrated until 1995 at the birth of my second baby. And finally, because May is mental health awareness month, it feels like the right time to start sharing my story. 

If you’ve lived with shame or guilt, insecurity, and fear of what others think, my hope is that in sharing my experiences and the truths I’ve learned along my journey, you too will experience healing and peace.

I also want to share that I am a Christian. And while I come from a religious family, I knew little about the depth of God’s love. I believed that I had done something so wrong by getting pregnant out of wedlock, that my punishment was to give my baby away. So my journey to healing includes discovering the truth about the character of God—His love, grace and mercy.

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