A very nice article from chicken soup for the woman's soul

For all Mothers
 


(including soon to be Mothers) 

MOTHERHOOD

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 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 "Mum!" 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-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 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 cesarean 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 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. 

Please share this with a Mum that you know or all of your girlfriends who may 

someday be Mums. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.

By Dale Hanson Bourke

'Chicken soup for the woman's soul'!