Dear Unborn Child,
It’s not that I don’t want you …
I am financially unstable
I am mentally incapable
I am spiritually torn
I am emotionally drained
I am psychologically detached
It’s not that I don’t want you … I think of you daily. I feel the warmth of your body against my chest. I feel the sucking sensation on my nipples as you eat from my breasts. I want to raise you with values and morals. And reward you with diamonds and pearls. I want to protect you from the impurities of this world.
It’s not that I don’t want you … I don’t want the responsibility of being a mother in love with a man who cared only when his penis was in her hand. I don’t want to be just the “baby mama” … I don’t need the excessive drama. I know, how selfish of me.
It’s not that I don’t want you … Right now, I’m embracing my life as a single, dateless, and childless being. Before we (your father and I) bring you into this world, I want to be certain we’re prepared to bear your strife, your joy, your hurt, your pain … whether you’re a boy or a girl.
It’s not that I don’t want you … I don’t want to be another mother of a fatherless child.
Your Looming Mommy
I salute all the single mothers (and fathers) of the world. Continue to be like superwomen (and supermen). Your child’s happiness is your power and your strength. Wear your cape with pride.