Motherhood

I’m a woman, I’m a mom, I play sometimes

But most of the time I have none.

I am creative, I am free,

But I have stress you see.

 

For the life of me is filled with complexity!

Motherhood, they say is a blessed gift from above

Blessed temptation, blessed tortured love.

A screaming infant keeps you up, makes you want to cut and run.

A whine and cringe to keep you sober when all you want to do is roll over.

You remind yourself that this life was yours for the creating.

 

You try to remember whether you chose this gift or perhaps it was just given.

You close your eyes before the tears start streaming.

Single friends get lost in translation; your mouth just spouts words of diapers and lactation.

They tell you, that you have a glow but you know. You know, it’s the sheen of pure desperation.

 

Motherhood is a blessed gift from above, you love. Oh, how you love.

You love selflessly, you give without return

You love your child even though you think it will be your ruin.

You see the sleepless nights as chances for the taking.

A chance to dream of the future of the one you hold so tightly in your arms.

 

You try to remember what you were before. A party girl, a teacher or more.

You close your eyes because tears start streaming, you know your choice was worth the dreaming.

Single friends pity you – laugh in their faces because you are the one that get these tiny embraces.

They tell you, it’s not their thing. But you hear the true envy ring.

 

Motherhood, a rite of passage. Sometimes paved with pain but mostly a blessing!