She's a Fleeting Fox

If I was mother, I really hope I'd be a good one. I probably wouldn't be so keen on doing the dirty work--or maybe I'd be the best damn mother who is always changing diapers, feeding, loving, caring, and playing with the baby. I'd be a "supermom"of some sort. I wouldn't be on meth or heroin. I wouldn't leave the baby in the car "just for a sec" to go grab some milk. I wouldn't forget how old the baby is when people ask me. I wouldn't be "cool" and change her name each time someone new asks me. "Her name is Yiselle (it's actually not)" or "his name is Dominic-Roberto III (it's most definitely not)." I would be the mom who doesn't let their kids each just chicken nuggets and mac and cheese. I would be the mom who reads to them every day and night. I would be the mom who endorses a dirty house as long as it's colorful with paints, pencils, and crayons. I would be the mom who coaxes the nightmares to stay clear, and the boogeyman to go away. I would be the mom who loves and loves and loves. I would be the mom who believes sandwich crusts are the parts that teach your kids to accept things as they are--to not alter them just because it's "icky," but to embrace the parts that "nobody likes." I would teach my children to love, to laugh, and to explore. 

I don't wanna be a mom....not now, at least. But someday. I just hope I'd be a good one.