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You'll Never Regret...

Posted by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 9:46 AM
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Had to Share :] Its a lil story that will make you smile and nod throughout.

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 suffer. 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 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 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 rest-room. 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 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 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 of being a Mother. <3 <3 <3

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Luvmybooskies
by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 9:51 AM
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I love this ;)

Mazi184
by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 9:54 AM
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Love it!
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la_bella_vita
by Bella on Jul. 11, 2012 at 12:31 PM

 Love it!

jacobsmommy84
by Bronze Member on Jul. 11, 2012 at 12:36 PM
1 mom liked this
Awww:,) tear jerker~
I love being a mommy:)
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thecoffeefairy
by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 12:39 PM
How beautiful
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Sunshine257
by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 12:40 PM

So true I flip out if I hear horrible stories about children fires molestations and what not. I flipped before I had a child but now it tugs at my heart differently like what if that ever happend to my child. I am just way more sensitive now to stuff like that then before I had a child. I love this.

Momof5kids84
by Lauren on Jul. 11, 2012 at 12:44 PM
This is so true.
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CjEmmemommy
by on Jul. 11, 2012 at 3:52 PM
That is beautiful, I want to steal it:)
HIJKLM
by Bronze Member on Jul. 11, 2012 at 3:57 PM
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Damn you... You made me cry...

*stupid Aunt Flow, pouting, where's the chocolate*
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beeky
by Alexandra on Jul. 11, 2012 at 4:08 PM

I love it!

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