To Be a Mother...
A couple months ago, Chasm's Lady had her baby and I was invited to attend a welcoming shower for little Sparkle*. Each lady was requested to bring some sort of 'advice' on being a mother as sort of a group gift. And I thought, "HA! Me? give advice?! I still need some (or rather, more than some) myself."
So for a few weeks I hemmed and hawed, and thought clouds of smoke out my ears until the night before the shower. Finally I wrote this and decided I should post it as a Mother's Day post later on. It's really just me talking to myself more than anything else, but I kindof like how it turned out.
The Mother You Were Meant to Be
When raising little people,
There's so often much to do.
Take time to stop and listen,
Laugh and smile too.
Be the first to say, “I love you,”
And when things go awry
Show patience and forgiveness
When tempers start to fly.
Give hugs and kisses often,
But remember to stay firm
On all the things you tell them,
Because they need to learn.
Enjoy these little people
The moments will go fast
And it won't be long before
They're just memories from the past
Win over their affection,
And teach them while you can
To hear the One who guides
Them with a loving hand.
Lead their hearts to Jesus
Because you love them so.
It's the privilege of a mother
And you'll have to let them go.
If He's the One who owns them
You'll be comforted to see,
You've done all, and were the mother
That you were meant to be.
When raising little people,
There's so often much to do.
Take time to stop and listen,
Laugh and smile too.
Be the first to say, “I love you,”
And when things go awry
Show patience and forgiveness
When tempers start to fly.
Give hugs and kisses often,
But remember to stay firm
On all the things you tell them,
Because they need to learn.
Enjoy these little people
The moments will go fast
And it won't be long before
They're just memories from the past
Win over their affection,
And teach them while you can
To hear the One who guides
Them with a loving hand.
Lead their hearts to Jesus
Because you love them so.
It's the privilege of a mother
And you'll have to let them go.
If He's the One who owns them
You'll be comforted to see,
You've done all, and were the mother
That you were meant to be.
* A.R.C --> Arc --> Spark --> Sparkle. She's bright-eyed and beautiful, so in other places she's called Ruth or Banana, but here you'll probably see her as Sparkle.
What a wonderful poem, you are so talented!
ReplyDeleteWow, I am very impressed at your ability! Those lines express motherhood so well, and I'm sure Heidi really appreciated getting this! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love it! I can't believe you even have time to think of writing poetry! You must be quite a natural.
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