I wasn't there for your first kiss,
Too self absorbed maybe,
I don't know, what the hell I missed,
Now you are grown with children of your own,
and now,
I love you,
I love you,more than time and tide doth turn,
I should burn for selfishness,
In the annals of much regret,
in the ennui of parenthood,
Now annus mirabilis has dawned,
as a once lost prophet with a cause;
however, not as the word of the Lord.
(C) Livvi

This was my response to Josh-Chocolate Grit's song for his daughter, I remembered it after reading some statuses from him earlier.
Just my admission that just because we're women doesn't mean we're all built for motherhood.