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Sunday, 9 May 2010

For All Mothers on Mother’s Day

I did not write the passage below. It was sent to me in an email and I thought I would share it with you all, just in case you have not come across it yet. It is dedicated to all mothers and mothers-to-be because it is full of truths about the way being a mother changes us. I do not know who wrote it, or I would credit the author, but whoever it was certainly knew what she was talking about.
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 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 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.
There is nothing I can add to the above except that it is totally true.
Happy Mother’s Day to you all.
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13 comments:

  1. So true and so beautiful. There isn't a way to explain what happens when we become mother's - the change is profound. Happy Mother's Day Loree - thank you for sharing this.

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  2. Amen to that...it is so true!
    Thanks for sharing this Loree, I hope you had a lovely Mother's Day.

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  3. I found myself staring at the mother and child hands after reading your beautiful post, Loree!
    So Sweet!
    ♥...Wanda

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  4. It's very well written and thought over, but I didn't feel concerned. I think each person is different. I never thought of my son when hearing about car crashes or airplanes etc. In any case everybody has to make his own experiences.

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  5. Whoever wrote that was just beautiful and cover everything I wanted to tell my daughter one day. Some of which, I already had..

    Happy Mother's Day Loree!

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  6. It's a beautiful piece! Happy Mother's Day to you! And to all the women you know!

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  7. It's beautiful!
    Thanks for sharing with us. I hope you had a very happy Mother's Day!
    Sue.

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  8. For sure having a child greatly changes a parents life. Everyone's experience will be different. The photo is so sweet!

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  9. Happy Later Mother's Day Lori. Hope you had a beautiful one.

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  10. Hello!
    Everyone here said it's a beautiful post. And of course it is. As you say this writer knows what she is talking about. However, may I add a little about the moments of frustration that can be long or short but that can afflict mothers (or at least afflict me) when I try to juggle being entertaining 3 different aged girls...wanting to give each her due and feedback she can handle and then again giving them the freedom to grow at their own pace.
    Lovely blog.... I'll be back

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  11. Hi Loree..wow..what a super-beautiful post! very heartwarming...fabulous read!!! Great pic too..!! I also wanted to pop over to say thank you..I always appreciate the lovely comments you leave me..they mean alot! Have a magical day!
    Kiki~

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  12. I have had my UK mother's day in March. I wish you all a great one around the world.

    That was a beautiful post, thanks for sharing Loree.

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