I have this odd desire to be a mother, though I guess it’s not odd considering it’s part of my nature as a woman. I feel God is giving me this desire strongly, today.
The reason why I do not want to be a mother is the stereotypes that hover around it. I don’t want to be a slave to my home while my husband enjoys his life and career. I hate the thought it of it, yet I also understand another thing: my parenthood won’t be another woman’s parenthood. Whoever I marry will be my best friend and won’t leave all those duties and expectations up to me. Parenting, marriage, love–it’s entirely a team effort.
So maybe I won’t be the slave mom. I’ll be my own type of mom, the mom who God made me to be. The mom who travels, enjoys music, speaks different languages, and blurts out random phrases. The mom who doesn’t conform to stereotypical womanhood and doesn’t pressure herself to be a certain way just because she involuntarily exists in a woman’s body.
A mom who is herself. A whole person. Unique. Passionate. Brave. Adventurous.
A mom who isn’t defined by motherhood–why should I be? My child won’t be defined as being a child, but by being a whole person.
I’ll be a good mom because I won’t be a mom. I’ll simply be myself.
And no one has the power to remove the essence of me.