On Motherhood, Sort of

It's a line from a song by Ann Heaton: "Could you wait a little longer?" spoken to the baby she is not about to be pregnant with because she isn't ready for that. I have no argument with it. After all, I'm the one who said, "Once you're a mother, you're never not a mother." It's something you shouldn't rush into without thought. (As if even half the parents in this world gave it any thought.)

During the interview after her song she said, "I really want to be a mom, but I want to wait until I get myself all okay, life and everything figured out."

I say, "Commendable, laudable, shouldn't we all have done that." I also say, "How long might it take, and good luck with that," and some other smart remark--if I thought of one--that would indicate that I think such an approach naive, at least.

Seven children--and I would not give away even a hair on any one of their heads--and nearly twenty grandchildren later, living in the last while of my 60s, I say, "There's a lot to figure out, and I still don't have much of it done."

Is it just me? Am I slow? Should I still be waiting?