Dear Imaginary Son and Daughter,
I want to start this letter with complete honesty: I often question whether I am truly meant to embark on this journey of parenthood. As a child, when I learned about the origins of babies, I boldly declared to my mother, “There’s no way I’m ever going to push a watermelon out of my body!” She chuckled, her laughter hinting that I might think differently as I grew older. At the age of 32, I still feel that way.
The purpose of this letter is straightforward; as I envision my future, particularly when I reach the age of my mother, I yearn for adult children. I can already picture myself at the head of a dinner table, surrounded by my wonderful offspring, celebrating my birthday with cake while they insist I look a decade younger. I dream of leisurely Sunday brunches with you, my daughter, where I see reflections of myself in your mannerisms and hear my voice echoing through yours. I hope, my son, that you’ll join me in tending to the garden out front, even though my gardening skills are severely lacking.
I must begin this journey soon if I wish to welcome you both into my life. The future version of me is already enamored with you, sinking into the thought of our shared existence like a familiar, cozy chair. She has embraced her silver hair elegantly, radiating a style reminiscent of Ellen Burstyn combined with the fashion sense of Diane Keaton and the voice of Kathleen Turner. Future Me is confident that seeking you out and nurturing our bond is the right choice. Yet, Present Me is still uncertain, and I hope you can forgive both of us for this.
At this moment, I recognize that I cannot achieve this alone. I understand that bringing you into the world requires a partner—someone I can rely on wholeheartedly. Without a robust maternal instinct driving me, I realize I will need someone to share the weight of this responsibility. I envy those who seem to possess that unwavering strength.
Fear often creeps in, making me question whether I lack the essential nurturing qualities. However, I believe that finding a partner with admirable qualities might help me cultivate something resembling parenthood. I have faith that I will eventually find this person, even if my confidence fluctuates daily.
I also acknowledge that despite my fondness for structure and stability, I often feel restless. There have been spontaneous drives to distant places, moments of solitude where I lose track of time, and instances where my cat receives more food than necessary. Though I cherish my independence and the freedom it brings, I know that it will be challenging to give up the silence and mental space that I currently enjoy. You deserve my complete attention, and I promise to work towards that, even if I stumble along the way.
I’m sorry that I’m not quite ready for you yet. I apologize for my single, mundane life and for the struggle I face with my maternal instincts. I know that the transition to motherhood will be tough for me, and I might wrestle with my emotions, from jealousy to frustration. Please forgive me when I falter; it will undoubtedly happen.
While I aim for the best, I know I might not always meet that standard. But I promise there will be countless moments filled with love, laughter, and valuable lessons. I intend to guide you through challenges such as bullying, self-esteem difficulties, and navigating the complexities of relationships, all while sharing the joy of creativity and authenticity.
As I write this, I find myself feeling critical of my own inadequacies. I often feel that many individuals excel in areas where I do not. It’s easy to fall into the trap of comparison, which steals joy. Yet, I remind myself that everyone has unique strengths, and that there is no competition in this journey called life. You are more than you can imagine, and simply showing up every day is a monumental achievement.
I promise to share with you the skills I possess, whether it be in the kitchen or how to navigate social situations gracefully. I’ll teach you how to create a beautiful home on a budget, the art of conversation, and the importance of empathy.
Trust me when I say that parenting won’t always be perfect or enjoyable. We will make mistakes, and sometimes our attempts to fix things may lead to further chaos. However, there will come a day when you will be creating delicious meals or planting flowers, and in that moment, the past and future will blend, revealing our unique bond.
No matter my current doubts, I believe that when the time comes, I will be ready.
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In summary, while I may not feel prepared for parenthood at this moment, I look forward to the day I can embrace the challenges and joys of raising you both. I will grow alongside you, learning and adapting while fostering a nurturing environment filled with love and laughter.