Motherhood | Amisha Verma

I want to be a mother….and I am just 17.
No I am not out of my mind, nor am I planning to have a baby yet, but in future. Maybe when I am 27 or something.
But the point here is that IT IS my dream.
I mean whenever a person asks me what you want to be when you grow up, I simply answer “I want to be a mother”.
Tell me what is bad in that and why do people judge?
They never asked me what career I want to pursue, just what I want to be. And no I ain’t nuts, not at all.
Its just that pregnancy and motherhood fascinate me.

Oh and before I talk about the fascination ahead, tell me why do people just assume I am saying “I want to have sex” whenever I say “I want to be a mother“. Seriously?
People have sex because they want to have sex, not always to have kids. Get over it. Mature!

So where was I? Yeah. Fascination for pregnancy and motherhood. I mean what is there to not be fascinated about.
You have a human developing inside you. Your body has two hearts. Whatever you eat or drink is being shared with a little human, even if you don’t want to share that scoop of chocolate ice cream. You just don’t have an option to not share it. Its so funny. (am i the only one that finds it funny? Okay ). Your breathing for 2 bodies. Your somehow connected to it. A thing growing inside you which would eventually be telling you it loves you mom with its gestures, after a couple of years it would say “your the best mom ever”. You may not be the best daughter, not the best wife, but for that child, that baby you had inside you for 9 months, your the best mom, the most beautiful person,their first love. All the labour you have gone through is forgotten the day the child calls you MOM for the very first time.
You might have fights when the child grows up, but both of you know how much love you have for each other.
The smile on the childs face when you would say “yum” when they try their hands on cooking for the first time, even if its really bad would be equal to the smile you would have on your face the first time they walk.
Being a mother is difficult I know but nothing else is equally rewarding.
Being a mother makes a woman stronger than ever. You can hold your baby in your hands the whole day and still be on your feet. To all the weightlifters, can you?
Being a mother makes you glow. The same glow your mother had when you were inside.
If you are a mother be proud.
People who say love at first sight exists claiming that a mother falls in love the first time she sees the infant’s face are obviously not aware of the connection, the bond, the love that started when the human was inside her, just a single cell. They don’t know you loved it even before you saw its face.
I want to say hats off to the females who have adopted children. You are strong. You may not have created that human from a single cell, but you surely will make a good human being. I trust you.
I am happy and proud to be a female.
I know half of the males reading this wouldn’t understand my fascination towards motherhood and pregnancy but all the mothers out there would.
People out there think of me as naïve, maybe I am, but I understand that being a mother is a full time duty which people who think being a mother is a joke wouldn’t understand.