I Never Wanted to Be a Mother — This Is the Moment I Changed My Mind

As I sit here watching my four-year-old daughter color, weaving her purple crayon inside the lines as carefully as she can, I feel a deep and unwavering love. It’s a love I don’t think I could ever describe in words.

I laugh in spite of myself.

I never wanted to be a mother, and yet, here I am: mothering. Me, of all people, cultivating a mother-daughter relationship I never once dreamt about having when I was a kid. Teaching, molding, listening, scolding, protecting, loving, and cherishing my daughter in a way I never thought I was capable of doing.

This is how I got here.

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