04/02/2026
Heart Response on Motherhood + Meaningful Choice
I had a conversation today while getting a blood test. The technician casually mentioned she might take a year off soon… to have a baby.
And we found ourselves — two women from different seasons of life — standing quietly at the crossroads of one of the most complex decisions a woman can make.
I shared my story.
How from 16 to 22, I craved a baby with every cell of my being.
And then how, almost overnight, it flipped.
How it began to feel like the worst decision I could possibly make.
Not because I don’t love children.
But because I started seeing the truth of what it means to bring another human into the world.
Not a baby.
A human.
With their own path, their own struggles, their own soul to carry.
And I couldn’t un-know that.
It wasn’t fear. It was reverence.
For life. For the complexity of this world. For the bigness of the role we take on when we become someone’s anchor in this life.
I felt torn. Deeply.
Biology is powerful — it floods your body with craving.
But logic? Logic whispered stories of overpopulation, emotional strain, climate collapse, identity loss, intergenerational trauma, and sleep deprivation.
And also beauty. Bliss. The softness of love that only a parent might know.
It’s not a black-and-white choice.
It’s not a “right or wrong” thing.
It’s a threshold.
A reckoning.
A sacred yes or sacred no that can’t be rushed or reasoned into.
I’ve come to a place where I no longer crave a child.
And I feel peace.
I feel like I’ve sidestepped a kind of life my nervous system wasn’t meant to carry.
And I also feel joy for the women who say yes — who bring wise, kind, brave new humans into the world.
But I think there’s a deeper question under it all:
👉🏽 What version of life am I meant to mother?
👉🏽 What wants to be birthed through me, whether or not I ever have a child?
Questions I’m still living into.
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