For as long as I can remember, my biggest dream in life was to become a mother.
Not a CEO, not a world traveler, not a social media star—just a mom. The kind who kisses scraped knees, remembers every birthday, and knows just when a hug can fix everything. Motherhood, to me, has always been the highest calling, the most beautiful goal life could offer.
I was lucky. I got to live that dream. I experienced the flutter of little kicks, the long nights, the first smiles, and the overwhelming, soul-deep love that only a mother understands. But as I grew in my journey as a mom, I became deeply aware that not every woman gets that chance.
One of my friends became a surrogate. I watched her ride the emotional rollercoaster of matching, treatments, disappointments, and success. It opened my eyes to the fragility and unfairness of the road to motherhood.
Watching her become a surrogate moved me in ways I still struggle to describe. That woman didn’t just carry a baby—she carried someone’s lifelong dream. She made the impossible possible. And as I witnessed the powerful journey she was on, I thought.
I want to do that. I want to give that gift.
That thought grew stronger with time. I thought of how devastating it must feel to have the heart of a mother but no child to pour it into.
So I made the decision: I would become a surrogate.
It wasn’t a choice I made lightly. I talked with my family, I asked questions, I researched. But my heart already knew. I had experienced the miracle of motherhood, and I wanted to share that miracle with someone who couldn’t get there on her own.
The journey wasn’t always easy. There were doctor’s appointments, screenings, contracts, injections, emotions—but through it all, I kept thinking of the mom waiting on the other side. The mom who had probably cried more tears than anyone knew. The mom who had spent sleepless nights hoping for a child she could finally hold.
And when that baby was born, when I placed that tiny, perfect human into her arms, it was one of the most sacred moments of my life. It wasn’t my child—but it was my gift. A gift I gave with all the love I have as a mom.
Being a surrogate didn’t just help someone else become a mother—it deepened my own understanding of what motherhood truly means. It’s not just biology. It’s sacrifice, love, courage, and compassion.
My goal in life was to be a mom. Now, I’ve had the privilege of helping someone else reach that same beautiful goal. And in doing so, I’ve found a purpose greater than I ever imagined.
