The path to motherhood has been anything but smooth for me. During my first trimester, I grappled with relentless morning sickness that lingered well into the afternoons. By the second trimester, debilitating migraines became a daily battle. To add to the stress, my partner and I decided to leave our cherished home in Denver for Houston during this tumultuous period. I resigned from my job, feeling as though I had lost a vital part of my identity. As I faced these challenges, I found myself spiraling, with still 20 weeks left in my pregnancy.
Then came the news: I was having a daughter.
Initially, I claimed that I was indifferent to the gender, but deep down, I was disappointed. I had envisioned a son, believing it would be easier. The truth is, I harbored a profound fear—no, a paralyzing terror—of having a daughter. I couldn’t pinpoint why, but that fear was real. I wanted to feel excitement, but instead, I was filled with dread. I loved her already—how could I not?—yet I still wished for a boy.
After yet another tearful day in our new home, waiting for my partner to return from his long shift, I realized I needed professional help. My life felt upended: no job, no friends, and a pregnancy that was overwhelming. In therapy, I discovered the root of my fears: I was terrified of becoming my mother.
My mother was a stay-at-home parent who loved me and my siblings. Yet, her controlling and distant nature left a mark. Affection was scarce; we never enjoyed mother-daughter outings or traditions. Instead, she fixated on our diets, often punishing us by refusing to buy our favorite foods if we consumed them too quickly. Holiday decorations were nonexistent; she believed it was pointless since they would just have to be packed away soon.
Although I am fundamentally different from her, I recognize her tendencies within myself: I struggle with healthy eating (often skipping meals if they aren’t nutritious), I can be overly controlling, and I’ve had to work hard to become more emotionally expressive. Now, faced with raising a daughter, I fear repeating the same mistakes. I don’t want to police her eating habits or dictate her choices. I dread the thought of being critical rather than nurturing.
Ultimately, my fears weigh heavily on me. The realization of how much effort it will take to be a loving and supportive mother is daunting. I’m apprehensive about possibly experiencing postpartum depression in addition to the challenges I already face.
So, here is my promise to my soon-to-arrive daughter: I love you, and I will always protect you. I want you to grow into a strong woman who believes in herself and her capabilities. I will make sure you feel cherished. I will hug you every day, even when you hit those teenage years and might push me away. I am committed to ensuring that you never feel unworthy. Our home will be filled with holiday cheer, and we’ll explore the world together. I will love you unconditionally.
I understand that I don’t have to follow in my mother’s footsteps, and this awareness is the first step in becoming the kind of mother I aspire to be.
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Summary
This narrative explores the author’s struggles with pregnancy and the challenges of motherhood, particularly the fear of repeating her own mother’s controlling behavior. Through therapy, she gains insights into her fears and resolves to break the cycle by promising to nurture and support her daughter, ensuring she feels loved and empowered.