Before I was a Mom~

On mornings like this when I wake to a sick, crying boy, a grumpy husband, a sore throat,  a tired body, a head that hurts, a mind that is blank and a heart and spirit that feels heavy and blue,  I try to remind myself that it's just today and that things will get better.  Of course, sometimes feeling better is easier said than done.  Right now,  I am slow and just trying to get myself motivated to do the things that I need to do in the hopes that I will feel better sooner than tomorrow.  


Anyway, in this strange state I am in,  I was on line and came across this sweet story written by a mom.  Who the mom is that wrote this story is a mystery.  Reading it, though, touched me simply because it's so honest, relatable and real.  So I am posting this story for all those moms and dads out there that need to know that even in the midst of the difficult moments when we are feeling tired and overwhelmed that we are not alone.  Also, it is a great reminder to remember how important and special this parenting life is.  It is important to remember how big and amazing this love for your child is because I think the love helps you make it through the day.  And, yes, some days are rough, and I wonder how I will make it through. Then, my son hugs me and loves me a in such a way that it softens me right down to the middle of my heart and I breathe again.  So here I am reminding myself to breathe and to just be with tired I feel.   I am sitting here reminding myself of the beauty of the bond I share with this little human being sitting next to me and that makes me smile.  



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So here is the story:

BEFORE I WAS A MOM:

Author Unknown

Before I was a Mom
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a Mom,
I slept as late as I wanted
And never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

Before I was Mom
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys or forgot words of lullabies.

Before I was a Mom
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom
I had never been puked on
Pooped on
Spit on
Chewed on
Peed on
Or pinched by tiny fingers

Before I was a Mom
I had complete control of:
My thoughts
My body
And my mind.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom
I never held down a screaming child
So that doctors could do tests
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
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 how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
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.

Before I was a Mom
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay
I had never known the warmth
The joy
The love
The heartache
The wonder
Or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

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Blessings of Love, Peace, and Good Health,


Marcia

Comments

  1. Don LivingstonSeptember 30, 2010 at 5:52 AM

    Very sweet.

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  2. UnknownOctober 2, 2010 at 2:38 AM

    The love we have for children is the purest. It just "is" and no suffering large or small can taint it. Because it emanates from our true being, it is often our first and most powerful glimpse of the infinite.

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