This is not a poem.

I am simply thinking of the kind of woman I am. I think of the future that I want. I think of the children I hopefully will have with my husband someday. I think of the kind of mother I want to be, the kind of mother that I could be.

I will not be a perfect mother; I will have flaws and there will be an aspect of my child's upbringing that I will not handle perfectly. That is inevitable and I have accepted it. However, I think of the values that I want my child to have in his/her life. I desperately pray that I will be able to treat my child according to their age. I do not want to treat my 20-year-old, who is supposed to have some sense of responsibility and understanding, as if he/she is a 15-year-old who still needs to be guided step-by-step.

I pray that I can force my children to not marry and have their own children before they have an understanding of their own selves. I pray that somehow, I can make my children understand the consequences of their actions and independence. I pray that my children, too, can act according to their ages.

And I pray the father of my children can complement me.