A BABY
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter-in -love casually mentions that she and my son are thinking of “starting a family.” she says “Im curios, though, do you think I will be a good mother?” “It will change your life,” I I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral, hiding my excitement at the prospect “I know,” she says, “no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.” But that is not what I meant at all. I look over at her, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know the things she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish outfit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her t...