When our children are born, don't we all believe we have created a miracle? Don't we all feel as though we've brought forth into this world the most enchanting thing we've ever seen? Every mother feels there couldn't possibly be a child as perfect or as beautiful as hers. I'm guilty of this thought as well.
My first child, a daughter, was born on January 30, 1992 at 10:50 in the morning, and after forty-seven hours of labor, we were overjoyed with her birth. I was filled with a wondrous pride that brought me the greatest bliss I've ever experienced. She was named Mackenzie Roseanne - Roseanne after my memm'ere. (Memm'ere is French for grandmother.) Her arrival warmed our hearts and melted away the winter cold. …
