Being a Mom

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions
that she and her husband are 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 my daughter, 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
childbearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an
emotionalwound 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 soufflé or her best crystal without a moments
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 my 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-gues s
herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to
assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will
never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important,
will be of less value to her once she has a child. That 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
theirs.

I want her to know that a caesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
become badges of honor. My 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 my 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 my daughter 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.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed
in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across
thetable, squeezed my daughter's 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.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends
who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.

[pieceofmyheart]

My mama is visiting me now for a couple weeks....I love having her here.

[Mrs.Babba]

That is such a sweet story lorain, thank you for sharing that, once you have kids everything changes, you couldnt have said it better, thanks again

[spicecowboy]

If she really wants to become a mother, - then let her go ahead...

There is nothing you can do about it.

No matter what you personally experienced, it is her life, and maybe she´s just opening a new chapter.

It´s her decision.


Best wishes to you and your family ( wish I had one...)


spice

It really is hard to be informative about the reality of being a parent without scaring people. Not a whole lot thats sounds positive when you say it in words. I love my kids but it sucks having kids; once you do you can't go back adn nothing will be the same. It is hard these days cause society is no longer set up for families. Parents who both work inevitably end up with their child spending most of the day with someone else unless you own a business or something like that. If you do stay home to raise your child then your income becomes handicapped. These days you must also consider the burden of raising a child who is good among a majority of children with no parental control and ill respect for others. I have a particularly hard time with this since my daughter has limits on TV content, music, and most importantly disrespect for others is not tolerated. While a large group of the kids (9-10yrolds) in her class are already dry humping, shakin booty and call each other most any and all of the cute little epithets we all know. She can't realate to them because thats unacceptable and she hasn't been allowed to be around or partake of such things. I'm not talking about over protection; I'm talking about not letting a 9yrold watch MTV, CSI, R movies, and stuf like that. By teaching my child how I feel a lady should behave, I feel like I'm outcasting her from the majority of kids who these things are common place for. This is the kind of things that weigh heavy on my mind.

J.

[J0sh1]

^^Thank you for your being honest in a very cliche issue, I respect you for telling it how it is without candy coating the situation like the mayority of people do. I have noticed that a lot of people are not really honest with themselves about what the reality of having to raise children is. When children come into the picture relationships change and for the most part is for the worst. (I know im going to get flamed for this its my opinion.).