"Why do you want to be a Mother?"
I was asked this question by a counsellor recently and found it really hard to put into words, but then later that evening I sat down with pan and paper and these words just seemed to flow.
I thought I'd share them here as I'm sure many of you have been asked, or have pondered the same question and I know that sometimes it helps to feel you're not alone in this crazy world of infertility.
"Why do you want to be a Mother?"
I want to be a mother, but it's hard to say why
It's part of my being, a dream since knee high
It's an ache in my chest, like something's misplaced
It's arms that feel empty, no child to embrace
My future has always been filled with kid's laughter
I've even imagined grandkids that come after
Each decision I've made I had them in mind
The house we might live in, our lives intertwined
The schools they might go to, and friends they might make
Even actions when older that might make my heart break
To be wholly responsible for one that's so small
To nurture, inspire and help them grow tall
To bring about joy, see their smile, hear their laughter
To comfort, console when their world may seem darker
To be the one that they come running to
To bandage a knee or to talk something through
My life is spent visiting families I know
But I feel like I'm outside, looking in through windows
Nieces & nephews so loved but on loan
I yearn for a family all of my own
Children give meaning and purpose to all
Its the circle of life, its natures call
Mothers I know speak of love like no other
Now surely it is my turn to be a mother
By Natasza Lentner