I’m happy to help others while securing our own family goals.

As a surrogate mother, I skipped the overly dramatic fairy tales. The American way is just being direct. I sat them down on the living room rug for a little chat: “Look, guys. You know how some people want a baby so bad, but their bodies don’t have a warm room for the seed to grow? Mommy’s tummy works great, so I’m renting my belly out to them for ten months. When the baby is born, he goes straight home to his parents, and we get a nice reward to take you guys to Disney World. Cool?”

They got it instantly. My 7-year-old even patted my stomach and said, “Be good in there, buddy, don’t make my mom tired.” That’s the awesome part about family culture here—we treat it as a practical lesson in sharing and keeping commitments. I love that my kids get to see their mom doing something that helps others while securing our own family goals.