Why I Want to Be a Mother

I want to share my vision of the world with my child or children; that life is expansive, not restrictive. that life is joyful and involves down time and bad times, but is exhilarating more often than it is draining or exhausting. I have lived in several countries, and cultures, and I want to pass on the knowledge that the world is a large place, and that there is a place and purpose for everyone, even several of each for you in one lifetime. I want to open their hearts to really believing in and pursuing their dreams.

I want to integrate them into my very large, loving family–they have numerous cousins waiting for them!

I want to teach them my native language, and pass on our rich Indian heritage to them. I want them to meet their great-grandmother, one of the greatest ladies I know. I want them to feel the love of their grandparents, my parents, who are more generous with their love and indulgence to their grandchildren than anyone I know. I want my nieces, who currently fill my heart every time I see them, to jump for joy at hearing that they’re getting a cousin/cousins. I want my oldest niece, who is quite maternal at 8, to take my son’s hand and lead him to the monkey bars, the jump rope, and basketball hoop.

I want to watch them blossom with the best education I can provide. Our life together itself is going to be an education. I want to live overseas for one or two tours, as my profession allows for living “in the field”. It will enrich us as a family, and them intellectually, spiritually, culturally and emotionally.

I want to watch them choose a passion/hobby, an instrument, dancing, sports, and feel the satisfaction of learning it, of overcoming obstacles, of learning to be an effective team member, whether on a sports team, dance troupe, or band/orchestra.

I want to share laughter, and be there for the tears. I want to show them that the tears always clear.

I want us as a family to take healthy food, and healthy sleeping habits that nourish the mind and soul, as a matter of course. I want to provide the security of boundaries and loving discipline that allow them to spend their energy on spiritual, emotional and intellectual growth.

I want to watch them graduate from high school, choose a college, fall in love, build circles of friends that carry them through early adulthood, and on into the later years (for however many of them I am here to see it).

In 20 years, I want them to be visiting their cousins wherever they are in the world. I want all of us parents in my family to know that we have given our children the most important foundation we can–a loving, interconnected, supportive family.

I want to teach them about unconditional love–but I suspect that I will be the student in this, after my child/children and I are united.

I have so much love I want to share. I want to see my child grow. I want to experience life through his or her eyes and see the world as new and exciting. I want to share the joy of the little things.

I loved taking my nephews to see my alma mater and taking them to museums and zoos and shows and can’t wait to do that with my own child.

I want to share my world view and life philosophies. I want inspire my child to imagine and do great things. I want to hold my child in my arms and stare into his or her face and sing it lullabies (I sing badly and off-key, but he/she won’t complain, I bet). I want to be surprised by the crazy things he or she says.

I want to see the joy on the face of my child and my mother as they play together. I want to see my nephews and my brother be the older gentlemen looking out for the well being of my daughter or teaching my son about “manly things”. I want to have my child look at me and know that no matter what I will do everything in my power and maybe more to love and care for and protect him or her.

I want to surround my child with an extended “family” of friends with different races, incomes, beliefs and types of families. I want my child to know that love comes in many forms and that my love for him or her is unconditional. That I loved my child before I conceived him or her.

I want to rock my child to sleep in the rocking chair my mother has passed down to me from her grandfather. I want teach my child to swim. I want to come home from work to make dinner, bathe my child and then read bedtime stories as he or she falls to sleep.

I know I will gain so much from being a mother and I am so anxious to get there.

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