Don't know if this has been posted...

But I saw it on FB and had to share it. On there and here on BG! I thought it was really sweet and it actually brought tears to my eyes.

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 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 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.

ahh that made me cry

I loved that.

<3

That was so sweet it made me tear up!

Quoting dbailey:" ahh that made me cry"

SO totally didn't get why I bawled reading it outloud yesterday. Lol I cried when I read it silently but reading it to him made me actually crumble  

<blockquote><b>Quoting Jamie & Baby Aria:</b>" But I saw it on FB and had to share it. On there and here on BG! I thought it was really sweet and it ... [snip!] ... 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."</blockquote>


Made me bawl like a baby

Absolutely sweet and beautiful  

Quoting Sophia's Mommy♥:" That was so sweet it made me tear up!"

I stupidly keep reading it, and crying everytime.

Quoting Ur Local Frnt Desk Clrk:" I loved that. <3"

I'm printing it to show my mom and grandma. And basically everyone.

Quoting J&T+3:" <blockquote><b>Quoting Jamie & Baby Aria:</b>" But I saw it on FB and had to share ... [snip!] ... someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart."</blockquote> Made me bawl like a baby"

Everything makes me cry lately but tonight with this and a few other dumb things I'm a blubbering mess.

That made me want to cry!

Beautiful and true.

Quoting 1inpink2inblue:" Beautiful and true."

I know. I haven't experienced all of it yet, like having a boy or my DD riding a bike. But it's just all so true, how you wonder and worry constantly about your babies.

So true, I loved that!