I just had to share this e-mail...I'm still in tears.. lol
Being a mother
>
> We are sitting at lunch 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 that 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 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 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 child care 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 her
> Discipline to keep her from running home, just to make sure her baby is all
> right.
>
> I want my daughter to know that everyday 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 rest-room.
> However 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 it 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 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 a 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 reach across the table, squeeze my daughter's hand and offer a silent
>
> prayer for her, and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble
> their way
> into this most wonderful of callings.
>
> This blessed gift from God!
> Being a Mother.
>
> Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your
> Girlfriends who may someday be moms.