When I grow up, I want to be a morning person. I want to drink coffee at reasonable hours, and write when I can and not only when I feel like it. I want to be the kind of person who never pops pimples, because this person is kind, patient, dare I say courageous, and profound (deeply secure). I want to tend to a nursery of plants, my sapling children, and be the kind of mother who consigns old treasures to the trash (hoarding is whoredom). Most of all, I want to be the kind of person who holds where I am and where I want to be with a gentle grip: happy to be.
When babies look at me, I smile back at them with twice the eyes. I wave like a buffoon to capture their attention and they stare back in wonder. What a curiously inviting creature, they must think.
I can definitely see myself as a mother. One day.