(an oldie but goodie)

A friend's daughter casually mentioned that she and her husband were thinking of "starting a
family." "We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations." (But that is not what I meant at all.)

I look at her, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child-bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving
children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of
"Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffli or her best crystal without a moment's hesitation. I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want everyone's daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at her, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. Her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years; not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish his or hers.
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I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

The daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish this daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I want to describe to her the exhilaration of seeing your child learn
to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

Her quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say.

Then I reached across the table, squeezed her hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.


HAPPY MOTHERS DAY EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR ladies ;-)

How ever did we miss this one???? Beautiful and stirring right down into the soul Lionspaw. Some of us moms are the dads too, so happy Fathers Day as well...

Remembering Mom on Father's Day. A beautiful story. We can and have been Dads hey Chatty.

chick

[ June 20, 2005, 09:47 AM: Message edited by: chickadee ]

lion, this reminds me of how we never stop being mothers. I don't care how old the kids are, where they are, or what they are doing, they are always forefront in our minds.