Motherhood is an extremely strange thing to undertake. By committing to become a mother, you basically agree to giving up whatever life you had before and hand it over in exchange for the unending challenge of raising children. And that's after you've put your body through living hell just to bring them into the world. But, somehow, the payoff of actually having children is worth the 3+ months of sickness, 6+ months of sore backs and poor sleep due to uncomfortable positions, hours of painful and grueling childbirth (during which “tearing” is common) or having the child literally cut out of your body, and weeks of healing while being the ever constant nurturer of a being so helpless it can't even support its own head or control its limbs. Knowing all of this, it's surprising women decide to have kids at all. You can call it divine nature, instinct, biological programming, or whatever you want, but whatever it is I'm glad we have it.
I'm especially grateful for the mothers in my life. Obviously I wouldn't be here at all if weren't for my mom giving birth to me, and then refraining from strangling me to death as entered adolescence. My mom was a great example of faithfulness, patience, and love. She not only showed me tremendous amounts of love as a child, she also helped me learn about the gospel and put me on a course for fulfilling, happy life. That's the best thing a mother can do for their child.
After going through all of that and then the stress of a newborn baby, I can't imagine wanting to do it again. But she did, and now we have our sweet Molly. And through the pregnancy, and the childbirth, and the newborn phases, and now toddler time, she has been a tremendously loving and caring mommy.