I admit it. I'm a doting mother. I'm an attentive mother. Some may call me overprotective. Some say there's no such thing as overprotective.
I waited until later in life to have children. I was 34 when we had our first and the "advanced maternal age" of 36 when our youngest came along. (advanced maternal age is the official medical tag that follows you when you reach the ripe old age of 35 and you're still having babies.)
I started wanting children and wanting to be a mom almost soon as I was old enough to physically perform the task. But I waited. Waited for the right man. Waited for the right time. Almost waited too long. (had to take fertility meds to conceive.) But, thank you God, you saw fit to give us these two little people. AND THEY ARE AWESOME PEOPLE!
The love I have for my children is comparable to NOTHING! It's so immense and so deep that it's almost irrational. I wince at the thought of anything bad ever touching them.
That's me. That's how I feel, straight from my heart.