On being a mother | Imamother

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Wed, Jan 19 2011, 7:32 pm

A Mother’s Love

My little boy playing,
He’s perched on my knee.
His body so warm,
So precious, so small.
His soft, downy hair,
Golden blond, so perfect.
He lifts his small hands
He plays peek-a-boo.
I cherish that glimpse
Of his eyes peeking through.

He puts his soft head
On my shoulder to rest.
His arms round my neck,
Pat, pat, pat on my back.
He wraps his arms tighter,
Uses all of his strength.
A hug for his Mommy,
I hug him right back.
I cherish each moment
I feel his embrace.

He lifts up his head
And a giggle erupts.
The sweetest sound
That I ever will hear.
His blue eyes asparkle,
Bring forth a bright glow.
His delicious dimples
On his cheeks always show.
I cherish that smile
That I’ve come to love so.

Bedtime comes ‘round,
I nurse him to sleep.
All wrapped in his blanket,
His bright eyes shut tight.
His head on my shoulder,
So heavy with slumber.
I rest my own head
Right next to his small one.
And I cherish the memories
Of this day gone forever.

↑ the world's best mom

Wed, Jan 19 2011, 7:38 pm

And here's another one:

As My Child Sleeps

I’m watching my son,
He’s sleeping so soundly.
He takes a deep breath,
Turns his head to the side.

His beautiful blue eyes
The windows to his soul
Are closed tightly,
His long lashes resting on his cheeks.

I think how amazing it is,
How odd,
That this child can appear
So restful and still;
For when he’s awake,
This cute little boy
Is running and moving
Every minute of the day.

↑ Mystery Woman

Tue, Feb 01 2011, 11:35 am

This is something I wrote for my blog on being a mother, after my son got married.

Mixed Emotions

It's over.

The weeks of preparation and anticipation. The whirwind of shopping and gown fittings. The anxiety and the excitement. It's all behind us now. Gone...in a blur of music and dancing and five course meals. Just a fleeting moment in time. Gone too fast.

I watch my son and his new wife. They are so perfect for each other. So....complete.

I am so incredibly happy.

And I cry.

I cry because this is what I've prayed for and hoped for.
I cry because this is the fulfillment of my dreams.
I cry because I know how difficult it can be to find one's soulmate, and I'm so thankful that he found his.
I cry because I know how right they are for each other, and I am grateful for that certainty.
I cry because my heart is full.

And I cry because there's a hole in my heart.

My oldest has just left home, and a big chunk of my heart is severed.

I miss him.

My children are growing older. As am I.

I miss tripping over the Lego pieces.
I miss the crayon marks on the walls.
I miss the sand in their shoes.
I miss the patter of little feet.
I miss rocking them to sleep.
I miss the teething and the sleepless nights.

Even the sleepless nights.

I'm at a different stage now, and I'm not sure I'm ready to be here.

I cry because time passes too quickly. Because I can't hold on to the moments.

My big boy is now a married man - ready to begin a new life. Ready to build a home. Ready to face life's challenges.

And I worry.

I have traveled down many of life's paths. I've stared challenges in the face. Some days were wonderful. Some days weren't easy. But I cannot imagine watching my child confront the challenges that life throws at him. I can't imagine how I would be able to bear watching him face a devastating difficulty.

I cry for his future happiness.

I am so unbelievably happy. And I cry.

I cry because I am a mother.

Because of the joys and the sorrows, the laughter and the tears, the fears and the worries, the hopes and dreams, the sweet....and the bittersweet.

There's nothing like being a mother.

Nothing.

I am so blessed.