May. 10th, 2009

So most everyone knows I do not have children. I do not want children. Yes, I like kids. I wouldn't be a teacher if I didn't. I have a -brilliant- relationship with my own mother, and I love her dearly. I still don't want to be a mother myself, and physically I'm very close to being incapable of it. I am happy in my non-motherhood. I do not feel maternal. Nurturing? Compassionate? Yes. Maternal, no.

I got three mother's day cards today. Three. I appreciate them in the spirit they were given (just because my family loves me...they no longer expect kiddos), but I'm still laughing on the inside with lots of bemused headshaking. Granted, one of them was technically from my cats and dogs. One was a pretty one from my mother just for being her daughter. Another was from my grandmother, who still harbors hopes that I'll "change my mind".

Ironically, I did not get anyone cards. My brother and I cooked dinner for our Mom instead. I made potato salad and bought strawberries and chocolate pudding, and took all that over. My brother grilled steaks. My sister-in-law, who is very pregnant, cut up veggies. We had a wonderful dinner filled with lots of laughter, good food, warmth, hugs, and fun. I will never be able to buy a card that puts that feeling onto simple paper, and frankly I'm -rotten- about remembering to buy cards. So's my brother. We remember to cook and give hugs though, and somehow our family puts up with us. We had three very special mothers there tonight...our mom, our grandmother, and my sister-in-law. I am in awe of them and love them all dearly. I just don't aspire to join their ranks.

Can tomorrow be "Women Choosing Not To Add To The Population Day"? ;)



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