I never wanted kids. Blech! They’re messy, smelly, needy, whiny, cause you heartbreak and then grow up and leave you alone. Why would anyone want that?
My own mother used to bore me with her ‘wisdom’:
‘Christine, when I was pregnant it was the most amazing thing in the world. I woul feel badly for daddy because he couldn’t experience this life within…’
‘Christine, it’s different when they’re your own…’
‘Christine, yes, you’re a doctor, but being a mother is far more rewarding…’
‘Enough with the dogs, Christine (after we brought our 2nd collie dog into our lives)! Enough with the dogs!’
I had silenced my mother: “Ma, I’m not having kids, so I don’t want to hear it.”
And then the asteroid came out of the sky and hit me on my head. I had changed my mind.
Yes, I had accomplished many things in my life and was always very grateful for that. But I guess I needed something different. Maybe I needed to be saved from the workaholic life I was leading. Maybe I just needed to live differently.
When I told my mother I was pregnant, she was actuallysilent. I had silenced her for solong that she was speechless.
I loved every moment of my pregnancy, which luckily, went fairly smoothly for a 42 year old working-full-time-plus woman.
And, my mother was right: when I was pregnant it was the most amazing thing in the world! A growing life within me—holy cow!
I am an obstetrician-gynecologist. How many babies have I brought into the world? But that never fazed me. This was totally different.
I remember vividly the day my daughter was born. I replay it in my head over and over and over again, like I’m sure all moms do.
She was a girl! She is a she! She is a girl!
I was convinced I was having a boy (so much for my obstetrical ultrasound detection skills!) So powerful. Soemotional. So peaceful. So surreal.
She looked nothing like me, but exactly like my husband.
But she was mine! My little girl.
Amalia is now 3 years old. She is really messy, definitely smelly, ‘mommy-mommy’ needy, often whiny and has already caused me heartbreak.
But I wouldn’t trade motherhood for anything else.
Hearing her say, “Mommy, I love you” is indeed more rewarding than anything I’ve ever done– even curing a woman of her urinary incontinence (although that’s a fabulous thing to be able to do!)
My two dogs are now ranked #2 and #3.
They seem more annoying now, but I love them just the same.
My mother is no longer silent. Now she says, “see, I told you so!”
Thanks, mom. You were right.