Learn.....
After a while you
learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a
soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company
doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't
contracts and presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept
your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace
of an adult, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build
all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain
for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
you get too much. *** So plant your own garden and decorate
your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you
flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... that you
really are strong, And you really do have worth. *** by
Veronica A. Shoffstall
Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had
unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone. 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. I cleaned
my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to
lullabies. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were
poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. I had never
been puked on Pooped on, peed on, Spit on, chewed on Or
pinched by tiny fingers. I had complete control of my mind My
thoughts, my body. I slept all night. 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. 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. 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. 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, and the wonderfulment 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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