time i running out for my friend. while we are itting at lunch, he caually mention that he and her huband are thinking of "tarting a family." what he mean i that her biological clock ha begun it countdown, and he i being forced to conider the propect of motherhood.
"were taking a urvey," he ay, half joking. "do you think i hould have a baby?"
"it will change your life," i ay carefully, keeping my tone neutral.
"i know," he ay. "no more leeping in on aturday, no more pontaneou vacation......"
but that i not what i mean at all. i try to decide what to tell her. i want her to know what he will never learn in childbirth clae: that the phyical wound of childbearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave an emotional wound o raw that he will be forever vulnerable. i conider warning her that he will never read a newpaper again without aking, "what if that had been my child?" that every plane crah, every fire, will haunt her. that when he ee picture of tarving children, he will wonder if anything could be wore than watching your child die.
i look at her manicured nail and tylih uit and think that no matter how ophiticated he i, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. that an urgent call of "mommy!" will caue her to drop her bet crytal without a moment heitation.[由www.haoZuowen.Com整理]
i feel i hould warn her that no matter how many year he ha inveted in her career, he will be profeionally derailed by motherhood. he might arrange for childcare, but one day he will be going into an important buine meeting, and he will think about her baby weet mell. he will have to ue every ounce of dicipline to keep from running home, jut to make ure her child i all right.i want my friend to know that everyday deciion will no longer be routine. that a 5-year-old boy deire to go to the men room rather than the women at a retaurant will become a major dilemma. that iue of independence and gender identity will be weighed againt the propect that a child moleter may be lurking in the ret room. however deciive he may be at the office, he will econd-gue herelf contantly a a mother.
looking at my attractive friend, i want to aure her that eventually he will hed the pound of pregnancy, but he will never feel the ame about herelf. that her life, now o important, will be of le value to her once he ha a child. that he would give it up in a moment to ave her offpring, but will alo begin to hope for more year -- not to accomplih her own dream, but to watch her child accomplih hi.my friend relationhip with her huband will change, but not in the way he think. i wih he could undertand how much more you can love a man who i alway careful to powder the baby or who never heitate to play with hi on or daughter. i think he hould know that he will fall in love with her huband again for reaon he now find very unromantic.
i want to decribe to my friend the ehilaration of eeing your child learn to hit a baeball. i want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who i touching the oft fur of a dog for the firt time. i want her to tate the joy that i o real it hurt.my friend quizzical look make me realize that tear have formed in my eye. "youll never regret it," i ay finally. then, queezing my friend hand, i offer a prayer for her and for me and all the mere mortal women who tumble their way into thi holiet of calling.