No other feeling in the world compares to having your child’s arms wrapped around your neck, their heart beating against your own. My most precious memories involve my children. Growing up, I never thought about becoming a parent. I never played house. I didn’t play with dolls or have tea parties. I didn’t babysit other people’s children. And as an adult in a committed relationship, I religiously used birth control. So you can imagine how surprised I was to find myself pregnant, not once but four times! These children were obviously meant to be born through me, regardless of how unprepared I was for the profound feelings of love I experienced at each of their births. To this day, I love each of them dearly and cannot imagine a life without them in it, nor would I want to. And when I look at my grown children, I of course see them as the adults they are … but I also see behind their eyes that same vulnerable, unsure 5-year-old I dressed for their first day of school … can still feel the warmth from their tiny arms around my neck as they kissed me goodbye. That is what I see no matter how old they are. They will always be my precious, imperfect little jewels.