I caught myself in the baby section the other day pushing strollers and picking up baby clothes and dreaming about a baby to fill it. My heart aches for someone that I have never met. I see all these women with children and wish maybe it would be me. Me that that baby is calling mama. Me that that little girl wants to hold her hand. Me that little boys who wants his mommy to hold him. Life has a lot of questions to answer for. But for me it's why cant I be a mom?