
Today Ryan turns 26. I can't believe that my children are catching up with me. It seems like just the other day I was taking them to school, or going to watch their basketball game. How time really does fly. But I am thankful that each one of my kids are who they are. They are not only a blessing to me but to others. I am so proud of each one. I am proud of Ryan for the young man he has become. He really makes a mother proud. We love you so much Ryan!!!!!
Before I was a Mom I never learned the words to a lullaby.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Drooled on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple little grin.
I never sat up for hours watching a baby sleep.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
I had never known the warmth, The joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.
And remember that behind every successful mother... Is a basket of dirty laundry"""""""
5 comments:
Thanks mom, that was a nice poem, but I'd bet you weren't saying that 10 years ago!!!
Wow! 26!!! It does seem like yesterday.
The poem, well, I think Ryan's comment has some truth to it. But, I'm in the same club!!! Helen
It is amazing how our kids are catching up with us in age! How do they do that?
What a lovely poem. And yes, you probably weren't saying that ten years ago but aren't you glad you stuck with it. It gives mothers hope.
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