Remember when your teachers in grade school would ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up?
I, of course, always wrote “princess,” but I also would write “mom” as well.
Not surprising though – I think if you ask anyone who knows me, they’ll tell you how much I can’t wait to be a mother someday.
Maybe it is because I am an only child or came from a family where cousins feel like siblings. But every time I dream of my future, I dream of a giant yard surrounding a big white house with a wrap-around porch, a tire swing hanging off a branch of an oak tree and a porch swing. There are children running all over the yard, swinging on the swings, running around the house and the porch, there is a roar of children’s laughter exploding all over.
Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong era because all I want is to stay home with my babies and raise them to be good, healthy and well-mannered children with the love of my life. Yet it seems like I am the only one with this ambition. Some girls my age are so wrapped into their careers (which is awesome, you go GF!), and the idea of kids is not even relevant to them, or they claim they don’t want children. I mean, I guess to each their own, but that just baffles me how someone could not want to bring a child into this world and experience that unbreakable bond between mother and child. Granted, I understand that the world is a scary place, but is it not a parent’s duty to their children to protect them from all the darkness of the world until they’re old enough/strong enough to endure it? Now, I’m not saying that I am not ambitious to have my own career and make my own money, but I’m not going to plan a family around a career, I’m planning my career around my family. This may be strange to some, but that is what I believe my purpose on earth is: to be motherly and raise a family. Obviously, I am not going to be a stay-at-home mother; my career goal is to become a school counselor. This fulfills so much for me; I love helping others and I get afternoons, weekends, breaks and summer to be a fully involved mother like I want.
I’m obviously super excited to start my career, but it does not compare to the excitement I contain for knowing that one day I’m going to be a mom and have my own little bundles of joy to take care of, love, raise and teach everything to. I can wait until I’m ready, but at the same time, I cannot wait to feel that joy and love.
Like…PTA meetings? Playdates? Baking? Packing lunches? Sign me up!
Imagine it…Disney movie soundtracks playing on the kitchen radio, me singing each and every line with my babies while making a mess in the kitchen baking cookies and brownies and dancing while making a mess. Not having a care because I know I’m creating memories for my children. I want to create chore charts, create bedtime routines: bath, PJs, brush teeth, face wash, bedtime stories, goodnight kisses, goodnight prayers, then off to bed. I want to make it so there is an hour or so dedicated to homework and I can have “mommy time.” I want to pass on family traditions and create new ones for them to pass on to their children.
I don’t want to be a mom who doesn’t know her children that well. I want to know my children well – even all of the small things. I want them to know I’m always there to love, support and care for them, just like my mother did for me. I want to be at every music event, every sports event, academic, plays, musicals, dances, parades, award ceremonies, etc. I want to be able to show up for everything. I want to show them all the joys in life, the beauty of nature; lakes, mountains, sunrises, sunsets, oceans, etc. I want to teach them that life is much better when you don’t care what others think and you’re not afraid to do what brings you true happiness and joy. I can’t wait to love, support, take care, discipline (when needed), and teach my babies to become well mannered wonderful adults that make me proud each and every day.
Just imagine hearing the sweetest little angel’s voice looking at you wide-eyed and saying “I love you, momma.” Just melts my heart.