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.........I can remember distinctly the exact moment I wanted to be a mother……

My husband and I were busy with career, traveling and partying and, well, I just forgot to have kids.

I never heard my biological clock ticking and now, in my forties, my alarm was ringing, and ringing loudly!

It had something to do with 911. That's September 11 2001. The day the world stopped. At least here in the USA. Everything changed.

Yes, I’m sure of that, my newfound feelings were directly related to horrors in the world.

(Earlier, in other years, I had the same feeling of horror as I heard about genocide in Rwanda, the Bomb in Oklahoma, and countless other crimes against ourselves).

Along with the rest of the world I sat in shock as I watched the Twin Towers collapse.

A bit later in the day, as soon as it was late enough to account for the eight hour time difference, I called my parents in France. They were coming home to the US that same day.

Are you ok?

Yes of course.

They were just leaving for the airport. The plane was delayed, but would take off tomorrow. They were sure of it.

I was scared as my family was spread out all over the world. I wanted them close. I was feeling ...maternal.

Family is important. I always knew this, but it was coming at me in a new way, and I was mourning the loss of children never born. (OK, I realize I’m a bit sappy here, hang in there with me)

Now, how would I talk to my Hubby? We'd been married over twenty years, and he who already had GRANDCHILDREN for heavens sake.

I could imagine our conversation.

Uh , Dear, I think it’s time we had children.

What?

Yea, lets have a child or two!

Whaaaat?

We could adopt!

Huh?

I wasn't ready for the conversation yet.

to be continued......