I just have to say how thankful I am for my life. I was watching last Friday’s Barbra Walters Special, (“The matter of life and death”) and as I listened to David Letterman admit that sometimes he finds himself sobbing uncontrollably because he’s so happy to be alive, I could most definitely relate.
This next month my only brother is having his first baby. I’m completely ecstatic! Honestly I’m not the type of girl who sits around dreaming about one day being a mother, however a couple of weeks ago I helped out in my friends churches nursery. The Kids are all so sweet, I have many friends with many babies, but usually it doesn’t really phase me and I never get baby hungry.
But there I was in nursery holding this little boy not more then a year and a half old, talking as if he’d been talking for years, telling me about how he got a bruise on his head. His big blue eyes, soft squishy skin, and cute little voice made me melt. For the first time in years I thought it would be nice to have a kid of my own. As long I was guaranteed it was just like him of course.
I’m scared to be a mother because I know that if I were a mother right now I would not be able to take care of it as I should. In fact we’ve been discussing getting me a dog, we finally found one I liked and before we went to get it my mom sat me down and crushed me with the reality of things. I couldn’t take care of it on my own, and my parents, as much as they would LOVE for me to have a dog, are too exhausted taking care of both me AND the puppy.
That hurt…not gonna lie. The feeling of being a failure has already consumed me because I’m not near where I should be with school, but this was the first time it really hit me just how much of a burden I am on my parents. They try to tell me that I’m not and assure me they don’t mind taking care of me but the truth is I’m a lot of work on my bad days. It HAS to be exhausting.
So how can I be so selfish in even entertaining the idea of being a mother. I’m excited to be an aunt because then I can still share in some of those moments with my brother and sweet sister in law. It’s still hard to come to terms with though.
People always tell me not to worry that I’ll be healthy enough someday to do everything I want to do; I believe it for the most part. I will be well enough to carry on with school and my career. I’ll live a very happy yet not so healthy- productive life.
I just don’t think it’s a reality for me to have kids in this condition. It wouldn’t be fair, the guilt would kill me and I just think it would be selfish of me. I'd have to marry rich and hire a nanny.
I love my heavenly father, I know that with his help I’ll get through all of this. It’s just moments like this, I kind of with I could talk with him face to face so he could help me feel better about whatever is supposed to be.
