To Be a Mom

3 Jul

Author: Unknown

To be 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 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 has 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 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 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-guess 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 values to her once she has a child.  That she would give 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 hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily  insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children’s future.

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  car 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 the table, 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.

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One Response to “To Be a Mom”

  1. Michele July 4, 2010 at 12:13 pm #

    This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. My boss asked me if I was the kind of mother I thought I would be before I got pregnant. Yes and no. I mean, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. And on that same notion, we thought having a second baby would be EASY. Think again. Worth it? Absolutely. But easy…I don’t think so.

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