My daughter asked me about "real love". Inquisitive one, she is. I find people ask this question when they have feelings for someone who is not acting like they have feelings in return. They have the answer but do not want to accept the answer.
I love my daughter very much, as well as my son, but my daughter taught me the real meaning of pain. It was the beginning of our journey that so far, is turning out to be rather epic. The days and days of labor was more than worth it.
Mom and I were talking about childbirth and you know how that goes. You start talking about your own. Her stories are always short: I went into labor, woke up and you were there! Mine...haha, not so much. Both of mine have a story behind them.