What Makes ME A Mother
I want to dedicate this post to the Mother In Waiting. I am a mother, whether I have given birth or not, I AM A MOTHER! I’ve been in my boys’ lives since the youngest was three months old. I’ve been on all nighters with them. I’ve been through teething, and diaper rashes, ear infections, and bronchial asthma, allergies and potty training! I’ve been through it all! I wouldn’t change anything, because those three boys made me a Mother! I remember when Levi (the youngest) was about 7 months old. He had fallen asleep half way through dinner, so I put him to bed. A few hours later we all went to bed too. It must have been around 3am when I heard I screeching cry! Chris had to be at work in 3 hours, so I immediately got up and ran to his room. I changed his diaper, I rocked him, I tried giving him his bottle, but nothing! We were married just a few weeks and I was still learning all the ropes. So I gently woke my husband up and I told him everything that was happening. He said, “Babe he fell asleep halfway through dinner, he’s probably hungry.” To which I replied, “But he won’t take his bottle, what do I feed him?!” (FYI: I had just gone grocery shopping that morning, and the pantry was stocked full with baby food) He responds, “Uhm, Baby Food?!” I felt like such an idiot! I immediately ran to the pantry took out a jar of apple sauce and a jar of chicken noodle soup, just to see which one he wanted. That little man ate 2 whole jars of chicken noodle and a whole jar of apple sauce! I felt so horrible that I didn’t automatically know what he wanted. But I also learned that being a mother is not easy, that it’s a learning experience. Almost 5 years in, and I think I’ve done a pretty good job! That’s what makes me a mother!
I also know the joy of seeing a positive home pregnancy test and then to have my dreams and hopes shattered in a matter of minutes. I now understand the pain of being a Mother, the anguish of losing a child. I am THAT mother now. It’s a never ending battle of emotions. Every month starts a new beginning, but it really just ends up being the same story on repeat. But I know that I am not the only mother going through this pain. I know that I’m not alone, and I want YOU to know that you are not alone! We’re like a sorority of mothers in waiting. So to you my friend I dedicate this following poem. The author is unknown, yet I wish I knew who it was so that I could say Thank You for understanding, Thank you for being where I am now, although I wish you never were, or any of us for that matter. I would love to be able to embrace each and every one you and tell you it’s going to be okay.