In the last decade everyone I grew up, (heck even everyone a decade younger than me) has had kids, or is pregnant, or is on their second kid-planning. So all I hear about from my friends and cousins (and even strangers, if I am being honest) is kids this, kids that, kids kids kids and then some more ... kids!
But what I actually have found common in most of the narratives, from women that I have come across is how consumed they are with motherhood. I have heard more than a few times, how their kids are the best part of their lives or how they have 'completed' them as a woman.
As someone who does not want kids by choice, my mom is my reference point to all-things-motherhood. I often wonder, if my mom thinks (or thought) the same way? Am I or my brother (or both) best part of her life? - I sure hope not! Life is so BIG. So vast. There are endless possibilities of self-discovery. I hope she has explored them all, and continues to do so. I hope my brother and I are a beautiful part of her life, but not her sole happiness. I hope she knows that she was (and it) complete on her own. We didn't complete her, since she "made" us! Literally.
I hope motherhood didn't put any brakes on her quest for life, but accelerated it.
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