i became a mother out of love for the person i knew she would be. i felt as if i already knew her even before i became pregnant, and my doing so would facilitate our meeting. i wanted desperately to hold her! had to create her first ... (it wasn’t easy ... five years of trying) ...
i wanted to “grow” a fabulous human being in the same sense, i imagine, that (oversimplistically put) gardeners enjoy “parenting” their plants into being ... i wanted to be responsible for something beautiful and healing that i would leave to the world when i left it. i decided that the problems of the world were not a reason to AVOID having a kid, but they were great reasons to HAVE one ... she is going to make a huge mark on the world both spiritually and professionally, and i have a sense of responsibility and pride about having gifted her to the world ...
in addition to all the legacy stuff, having kids is a lot of fun, albeit incredibly difficult ... i have learned about myself as well as discovering this incredible human being who sprouted from a seed in my belly ... watching her grow up and discover the world has been an experience i wouldn’t take a gazillion dollars to give back ... i would take poverty and loneliness and illness for the experience of having her and watching her grow up (thankfully, i don’t have to, altho it seemed so at times) and she has made me a better person in the process ...
there is no single reason… but i remember these being foremost on my mind for the years i tried to conceive and all the years since that i have been raising her ... i had heard so much about how the love between a child and its parent is the strongest love ever (EM: yes! it knocks you over, yes? every day for me) and i wanted to feel that for myself ... and now i have ...
she’s grown now, and she’s kickin’ ass and takin’ names ... we’ve had a few rough times, but i never once wished i had decided otherwise ...