Ever since ever I have always wanted to be a mother. I wanted to grow up too quickly, find someone to love, marry in the temple, own my own home, and start this wonderful glorious family. That's all I wanted. Now, however, I'm not so sure. Motherhood is a beautiful thing. The opportunity to create life, to direct lives in directions that could build great people, or to create a haven for a family, is an opportunity I think anyone would jump at..So why am I beginning to think otherwise?..
I'm almost positive most of this change comes from fear. Fear of being a terrible mother, fear of true love coming to an end, fear of raising children the wrong way,
... fear of believing I couldn't do something..and finding out I was right..
I understand that motherhood is more than whats on the table. Its more than creating a "cute" home, or driving a mini van, or doing laundry..no, its much more.
Motherhood is a sacred and vital thing. When you become a mother, you choose to create THE most beautiful thing on this earth. You take another LIFE into your hands. Mothering..is giving your life up, for another life. When you become a mother, you give everything you've worked to become, and everything you WILL work to become, to someone else. Motherhood is beautiful. Motherhood is a form of Heroism.
a women distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength;
principal character
someone who fights for a cause
"Motherhood is near to divinity. It is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind."
- Howard W. Hunter.
..who am I? I am nothing but a wash up of what life could have offered. I can not do much, for my own shackles within my spirit and my mind, deprive me of offering what is asked of us.. I can not be a mother, because I know I would fail. It would be selfish of me to choose motherhood.. I would only destroy life. instead of create it. I am weak. I am a coward.
"Motherhood is the greatest potential influence either for good or ill in human life. The mother's image is the first that stamps itself on the unwritten page of the young child's mind. It is her caress that first awakens a sense of security; her kiss, the first realization of affection; her sympathy and tenderness, the first assurance that there is love in the world."
— David O. McKay
