I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My mother made a choice. And when I was younger, I judged her for making that choice. Then I got older and got to be an adult, and I realized that was the ultimate sacrifice that any parent and any mother could possibly make.
My birth was managed so rottenly that my mother had eventually to have a hysterectomy, after which she was ill off & on till she dies for obscure reasons when I was just 7.
I was born to a single mom and raised by her and my grandparents.
My mother likes to say that I was conceived to shop - not just born to shop. My whole life as a child was following her and her sister and friends around on her shopping trips.
I think I was born because my parents had two boys and wanted to give it one more go and try for a girl... they got me instead.
I didn't start grieving for my mother properly until I was maybe 16.
After my daughter was born, I made a promise to myself to live in the moment.
As a child, my mother had instilled in me a feeling of being born for a purpose.
I come from a family of working women, my mum went to work two weeks after I was born - my parents had no money, there was no choice.
I was born in very sorry circumstances. Both of my parents were very sorry.