A cute Mom story for all of you!

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 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 souffle or her
best crystal without a moments hesitation.

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 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 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.


Congrats Mommies and Mommies to be

Denise

Re: A cute Mom story for all of you!

I cried reading that story
It is so true