From the time I was two, I dreamed of the day that I would become a mother. I remember the day that we brought our first born home from the hospital. My husband had to run to the pharmacy, and while I sat on the couch with my knees up, gazing at our beautiful, perfect, newborn son as he rested against them, I began to sob. It had suddenly occurred to me that this tiny human, whom I already loved more than I possibly could have ever imagined, was relying upon me to keep him safe and healthy and alive. There is so much to worry about when one becomes a parent. My husband and I always used to joke that we had such wonderful children, we just had to do our best not to mess them up. There is a lot of truth in that. My sole mission as a mother became to make sure that, aside from feeding, clothing, teaching and protecting them, my children would always know that I loved them, “no matter what”,  and that I would always, always be there for them. I would never, ever leave them by choice. Even knowing that someday I must leave them bothers me to my core, because if there is anything that I am hardwired to do, it is to not leave my children. And that is the place in my soul from which “I'll Be Waiting” materialized.