dear expectant mother

Being around children has always given me joy. The realization that motherhood wasn’t meant to be biologically resulted in sadness and inadequacy since I want to share my life with a child. To be able to love and nurture a child and share that love and guidance throughout the different stages of a child’s life is immeasurable. As I embark on this journey, I often find myself gravitating back to moments with my own parents that involve family vacations or simple pleasures such as gardening, cooking, and laughing with them. It saddens me a little that I can’t go back to those times, but I long to share those memories with my own little one. I imagine traveling with my child and taking my child to the gym, strapped to my chest so as not to be apart. I want to take them to the grocery store and let them select a treat that they like, just as my mother did for me. I plan to give unconditional love but also afford them the opportunities of a good home and a good education. I plan to protect my child fiercely but also raise them to have the fortitude to be able to make their own lifepath a reality in whatever way they choose.