I Will Be A Wonderful Mother

Sorry Ive been busy with the holidays and all. Thought I would share this poem I found and brought tears to my eyes. I am so blessed and in many ways I believe we all are.


I Will Be A Wonderful Mother 

There are women who become mothers without effort, 
without thought, 
without patience or loss, 
and though they are good mothers and love their children, 
I know that I will be better. 

I will be better not because of genetics or money or because I have read more books, 
but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. 
I have longed and waited. 
I have cried and prayed. 
I have endured and planned over and over again. 

Like most things in life,
the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. 
I will notice everything about my child. 
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore, and discover. 
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. 
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold, and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. 
My dream will be crying for me. 

I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child. 
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. 
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. 

I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend, and sister because I have known pain. 
I know disillusionment, as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and **** that many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. 
I have prevailed. 
I have succeeded. 
I have won. 

So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. 
I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. 
I listen. 
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. 

I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth when life is beyond hard. 
I have learned a compassion that only comes by walking in those shoes. 
I have learned to appreciate life. 

Yes, I will be a wonderful mother. 
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