Pisaries Creator

These were the words she said at my arrival.
"You got to be kidding."
I have known the truth even back then.
I was born unlike the other babies.
When my diapers were full and sagging, 
and I was left to my own determination. 
My mother's womb carried me.
I deemed me ready to take my first breath.
She had no choice in the matter.
This makes most children different from me.
I am not completely alone.
There are others whose cadence is like mine.
My mother shouted as I grew tall.
"You are not like your brothers and sisters."
I will live another day.
There is recognition in others.
When one of us falls, another commitment forms. 
I am an exclamation point to my mother.
They see me as a question mark.