Thanks for my child

When I meet females who have at least one child, it tickles me to hear their response when I ask them if their children live with them. The replies I hear are so practical they should be in books. Many females answer that their children live with a relative, mainly their parents, because of their educational endeavors. Others answer that their children live with them. For those females that have their children living with them, good job, if you are doing the right thing.
However, if you are a female that claims she is a mother and your children live with someone other than yourself than this article is for you.
First the issue is someone else raising children that you gave birth to. It amazes me when these females get angry and mad when someone talks about unwed mothers. Why? If your children are not living with you, then can you really say you are a mother? I understand the notion of giving birth, but I do not understand how that makes you a mother if your child lives with someone else for whatever reason. Females make claims from being in school to their parents not letting them raise their own children. Like I said the answers are endless.
Do not get me wrong, there was a time in my life when my mother stepped in and kept my son for one year while I was completing my freshman year of college. But I soon realized that my son was my responsibility, not hers. I felt compelled to do the right thing by my son. My mother attempted with every fiber in her being to keep my son with her, but I told her he is my child. So I understand about the freedom gained from allowing parents to raise your children.
Children are not persons you go visit on the weekend or holidays like they are inmates in prison. You created them in your heat of passion. I get angry when females tell me they are mothers but other people have their children. Then they slip in that they go see them on weekends or holidays. To me that tell a lot about how they feel for their children.
A female without her children does not understand sacrifice. They do not understand that it takes more than giving up a weekend or holiday to visit their children to make them a mother. It takes more than buying them name brand items when refund checks come in. It takes more than splitting a meal because you only have five dollars. It takes knowing what it really means to sacrifice. It takes ensuring the well being of your children before your own. It sometimes takes crying at night because having a little means losing a lot. Sacrifice means a lot when your children are around you.
I thank GOD that he made me understand what being a mother really means. When my sons hug me and tell me that they love me for taking them some place special, when I hear them say “That’s MY mommie,” and when I put on a cute outfit and their faces light up while they tell me I am pretty, that’s my joy. All the freedom in the world would not make me trade places with a female without her children.