When I was a young girl I fantasized about having a baby. It seemed like a natural urge as a teenager and through my twenties to have a child of my own. Someone to nurture, protect and love. Someone that was all mine. As I grew older however other factors came into play and my logical side questioned if having a child was the best choice for me. I had become so passionate about helping animals and making a difference for them I was afraid of the distraction that having a baby might create. In animals I had found others that needed nurturing, protection and love just as much as a child of my own. The suffering of animals is so great that they truly need all of the help that they can get. I worried that if I had my own children I would neglect animals and the dedication that I have to making a difference for them.
In the end I decided to give in to my own desire to have a baby and after years of contemplation I took the plunge. For those who don’t know me personally you may not know that I am expecting to give birth to my own bundle of love in a few short days. Although I have not yet had the baby my fears of being distracted from animals have subsided.
My own pregnancy has drawn me closer to animals and magnified the sympathy that I have for those who suffer such emotional pains at the hands of humans. Since I felt the first kick of life inside of me I have experienced my own natural instincts that come along with motherhood. The feelings that I have for the baby growing inside of me are the same as the instincts which animals possess: to love and to protect their young. There is no doubt in my mind that the mothers of other species are fully aware of the life that grows within them and are as emotionally connected and protective of their young as humans are. For me there is nothing more heart breaking than a mother having her baby taken away. Whether it be a dairy farmer ripping away her newborn calf or a hunter shooting a mother deer’s adolescent offspring in the wild, the anguish that these animals feel is indisputable. I have no doubt that these mothers are desperate to protect the life that they have created. In the animal kingdom it is the mothers who suffer the most frequently. Animals who are bred and raised for food on farms are repeatedly forced into pregnancy only to have their babies taken away at birth. Over and over again these poor mothers are forced to endure their worst nightmare.
I am a one of the lucky ones. My heart brakes for the mothers of other species who have no control over those that steal and kill their babies. I know that they love their babies as much as I do. The evidence is obvious by watching the relationships between mothers and their young, but now I actually feel the natural instincts that we all share. I am as passionate as ever to help the suffering mothers who are not as lucky as I am. As a mother I am more devoted to making this world a more peaceful and compassionate place for them.
I am sure that there will be moments in the months and years to come that I wish that I had more time to work for animals but I know that my devotion to animals will only grow stronger. Being a human mother I have a voice and I intend to use it for all of the mothers that cannot speak from themselves.