Mother's Day was yesterday. I didn't get to see my mom, but I did leave her several improvised songs on her voice mail. Phone-Tag is so much more enjoyable when it is musical. When I did actually get to talk to her she pointed out that this day will mark that she has been a mother for exactly half of her life (Russ being 27 is half of my mom's 54 years). This was shocking for two reasons:
- It was incredibly math/number/pattern oriented for my very non-mathematical-numerically-challenged-anti-pattern brained mother.
- It made me realize that my mom is 54. Weird. When was my mom no where close to 30?
In my deepest moments of pregnancy pooh-poohing I often see something absolutely adorable, such as a two year old boy in jeans running to keep up with his dad who is only walking. There are a scarce few things more precious than a little boy in elastic waist denims. On the opposite side of the spectrum, if I see said little boy in a grocery store, I have not far to look before I see some tabloid telling me that Angelina Jolie is pregnant. Again. And my biological clock instantly stops ticking.
Regardless, I have a long time before I have to consider any such motherly pursuits. All I know is that somewhere in my future there had better be a baby dressed like a pumpkin. I think that I could deal with nine-months of ultimate discomfort as long as I could dress the kid up as a pumpkin.
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It's funny how throughout childhood little girls dream of Motherhood, walking around holding their dollies, but when the wedding bells ring, 5 years pass by, the age 30 creeps up and there are still no babies happening, life gets pretty confusing.
That lady who once was that little girl holding the dolly starts to feel very masculine and lonely!
I sympathize with the barren ladies out there.
Not knowing when or if we will parent any babies of our own, but we wait in anticipation for that day!!
Hoping I too can be a Mommy some day I'll be 30 next yearI think the 9 months are not so bad when compared to NOT EVER seeing another human being with your genes walking the Earth, or the thought of you NEVER being a Mother or Grandmother!! It's hard for me to imagine THAT but it is the reality for some.
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