While I may not be a mother in a traditional sense, I consider myself a momma to my 2 kitties, Hootie and Lucy-Furr. For now, they are my kiddos and I worry about them like a parent. Hootie is a constant companion and sidekick, while Lucy always comes to cuddle when you need it. I also consider myself a surrogate caregiver to my Godson, although my contributions to his life are fairly minor, I hope that I can have a positive impact on his life and on his family.
As for a baby of my own, I’m taking my time. I’m still young and can be selfish at times. Mothers don’t have the privilege of being selfish, they are by definition selfless. I’m not ready to make that kind of commitment and frankly, parenthood scares the crap out of me. How can you take on such a gigantic responsibility to raise a human being to be a good person, to be successful and well adjusted? The whole thing freaks me out. There’s the possibility that no matter how much time and love you put into raising your child, that they will hate you or be a bad person. I’m not ready for that kind of pressure just yet. Maybe in a few years once I’ve figured out life for myself a bit more.
The whole thing makes me wonder how my mom did it all. She ran her own business, worked and raised me. She did have the help of a fantastic nanny, but even after a divorce, moving and teenage rebellion (or whatever they’re calling it these days) I turned out ok. I’m not a stellar example of humanity and grace at all times, but I try.
Anyhow, long story short, Thank you to all the moms in the world that shape the people we grow up to be. Thank you for making us eat our vegetables, do our homework and go to college. Thank you for loving us.