I was 22 when I had my second child. At this point I felt good about being a parent. I had done this once so this time around should be easy right? Um no. I had my son a month early. I was so scared because my water broke while I was at home. I was in labor for 9 hours and my son got stuck. I was in tears because they were talking about doing an emergency C-section, but thankfully I didn’t have to have one. My son was born 4 lbs 7 1/2 oz. I was so overwhelmed with emotion when he was born. Here I am a mother of two boys. I felt like my life was amazing. My son had some health issues, but that was to be expected because he was born a month early. But what I wasn’t prepared for was how my heart swelled with love and joy for my two boys. I can honestly say that my second child has been my most laid back, go with the flow child. Growing up he gave me no problems. As I reflect on being his mom, I have failed him also. As a parent, we make mistakes and we can be hard on ourselves. My son loves me unconditionally. He has always been my quiet child. He’s 18 now and still wants to hang out with his mom. He’s not quiet anymore. He would always come and give me hugs when I was down or crying. He always wanted to hang around his mom. I’m proud of the man he is becoming. He’s really a good cook and still gives great hugs. I don’t know what life will bring for him, but I know it will be amazing. I’m my son’s biggest supporter, cheerleader, and prayer warrior. No matter what I’m truly blessed to be his mom.