I have wanted to be a mother all my life. From childhood on I can recall pretending, imagining, reading and wondering about motherhood. My mother always told me that she loved being pregnant, that she always felt so great during pregnancy. And I have been wondering which part was so great? Was it the heartburn, or the hemorrhoids, or the insomnia, or headaches, or lets see what about the constipation, wetting your pants just a little when you laugh and sneeze, hair loss, weight gain, stretch marks, belly itching, vomiting, nausea, or the actual task of pushing something the size of a basketball out of a hole the size of a dime?
Hmmm...I still can't figure it out. All I know is that I love it too.
Now I am blessed with two of my own, Tucker (7) and Elizabeth (5). One day Tucker (my literal child) asked me where he was before he was born. I explained, "I carried you in my tummy until you were ready to come out and then the doctor helped get you out of my tummy so we could hold you and take care of you and you could grow to be a big boy".
He thought about this for a long time.
"Oh" he said, "then I just slid down and came out the shoot!"