The opposite of creating a horcrux is creating a child

I haven't read or even seen the Harry Potter movies in a few years, but for some reason as I was doing some soul searching this morning on my walk to work, the heavens opened up and a ray of sunlight hit my face, delivering this absolute nugget of a truth:  The opposite of creating a horcrux is creating a child.  I mean, right?  Or am I in such a befuddled state following 3 months of illness, sleep regressions, starting drop-offs, failing at potty training and general winter blues that I've lost my mind?
  
I tried to write a dissection of that statement to prove it right, like a good little scientist.  But, my brain doesn't work that way right now.  All I know is that I want to be a good mother and that being a good mother entails a total rewiring of myself.  I'm the same as before the babies, but the wires are all fuddled now and this plug is now plugged in to that socket and it wasn't before and I don't know what it all means and what it means for me as an individual.  But I know that I love them more than anything else, that I am in wonder of them every day, that I feel honored to get to watch nearly every moment of their becoming their own individual souls.  

I know that I can't hide them in a Gringotts vault, or in the middle of a lake in a cave by the sea protected by an army of the dead.  I know I can't even necessarily protect them from my own failings toward them.  But, I can apologize a thousand times, I can provide all the cozy, cozy, cuddle, cuddle times to help them recover from whatever illness, pain, confusion and sadness they encounter.  Their path is their own and I have no control over that other than being a guide.   

Creating a horcrux used to sound like this dark brave thing to me.  Horribly wrong, obviously, but still requiring bravery.  But now, killing a person and hiding a piece of my soul in a vessel sounds infinitely easier than raising a child.  And it sounds like cowardice.  It doesn't require you to look in the mirror and challenge yourself to be better for someone else.  It doesn't require you to re-prioritize your entire life, including relationships and career goals.  It doesn't bring you to the point of exhaustion, physically and mentally.  It requires you to try (emphasis on try) to put your ego aside and raise your children to be whoever they are, regardless of your own desires or expectations for them. It also requires the bravery to know that they will likely live past your own demise, and you may not get to see the entirety of their story, or even worse, that you do witness their entire story and it was way too short.  It doesn't require rendering your heart totally vulnerable for another being. 

(sigh)  I don't even know where I was going with this and whether I even went anywhere worthwhile.  But, somehow, that thought this morning made me feel better than I did yesterday, during a season where we are deeply in the trenches with a 2 year old and a 9 month old.  And it also inspired me to write again, which I haven't in many, many months.   So....I guess.....TAKE THAT VOLDEMORT!?!

Hopefully my next musings are less likely to be used against me in a court of law. ("But you blogged about killing someone as no big deal!")  In the meantime, I will continue on that noble and exhausting quest of raising two adorable little souls and hope that the rewiring of myself continues and ends up with at least one wire in the "coherent" socket.  Until then, I send all of you in similar trenches love, light, rest, happiness and, most of all, humor.