what mothers do

mothers seem to me to be some other species altogether. and mine is no exception. she just does and does and does for her children. it is lovely to be on the receiving end of such endless support, but it makes me sad as well. i don't think that i should be allowed to become a mother, as i just don't want to ever have to do all that for my kids. i simply cannot imagine giving that much. which is funny to say, considering that a great many of my waking hours are spent working on various activities that are meant to be benefiting other people (but who's kidding who - i get much more out of all of that than can be described). but with kids, there's all this obligation. when they're little, and helpless, they need and need and need - for survival, growth, support. and then they're older and they imagine that they don't need you, and you have to put up with their ungrateful, yet demanding abuse.

i don't know how it is that mothering hasn't yet gone out of style.