I remember the moment I first knew I wanted to be a mom. I was at the funeral of a friend’s father. We were at the grave site after the services and my friend’s young daughter ran up to her, wrapped her arms around her leg, and said “Mommy…” and then a question I can no longer remember. It was the “Mommy” that got me. My friend was a mom.
Her daughter looked up at her with a mixture of adoration and total, utter reliance. It wasn’t the adoration I was after—it was that I realized in that moment that I wanted someone to depend on me. Wholly and completely depend on me. On that grief-stricken day when my friend buried her father, she had this whole new life wrapped around her, pushing her forward. I guess you could say it was my light bulb moment.
How about you other parents out there? Was there a moment when you knew you wanted children or was it just a given?