Thursday, May 18, 2017

Poem on Motherhood

With Mother's Day this month, I've been thinking a lot about the amazing journey of motherhood -the ups and downs and all it entails. I felt inspired to write a little poem about it and wanted to share it here on my blog, along with some "Mom moment" pictures from the last few years. Hope you enjoy!

By Debbie Day

Motherhood is sweaty.
It’s flustered, frenzied, and exasperated.
It’s socks on the table and crumbs in the carpet.
It’s headaches, backaches, and stomachaches.
It’s cleaning up and washing off.
It’s a never-ending mess cycle.

It’s worn-out.
It’s waking up.
It’s dog-tired.

It’s fighting off loneliness, because motherhood is isolating.
It’s fighting off anxiety, because motherhood is worry.  
It’s fighting off an angry rampage, because motherhood pushes you to the edge.
It’s feeling like you’re failing.
Motherhood is your weaknesses magnified.   
It’s guilt. Diaper-loads of guilt, because motherhood is mistakes.
It’s too many treats and too much TV.
It’s yelling and frustration and outbursts.
It’s beating yourself up and crying over chocolate.
It’s comparing yourself and not measuring up.
It’s trying again and again and again and again.
Motherhood is prayer.
Prayers for advice, prayers for patience, prayers for forgiveness, prayers for just one itty bitty nap.   
Motherhood is love.
It’s deep, aching, painful, powerful love.
It’s watching home movies after bedtime because you can’t get enough.
It’s holding hands on the sidewalk, waiting at the bottom of the slide, and spraying on three coats of sunscreen.  

It’s teaching and hoping and wanting what’s best.
It’s indescribable joy.
It’s pride and praise and clapping.
It’s popsicles and bicycles.
It’s collecting rocks and trips to the river.
It’s digging in the dirt and catching grasshoppers.


It’s forest adventures, river adventures, mountain adventures, and pillow adventures.
It’s blanket tunnels and table tents.
It’s giggles and kissing owies better.
It’s goofiness, silliness, and ridiculously hilarious.

It’s obsessing over squishiness, and chubby profiles.
It’s cuddling and books and telling stories.
It’s singing and dancing and laughing.
It’s grabbing your chest and uttering, “Awwwwww!”
It’s your heart bursting.
It’s literally heaven.

Motherhood is the hardest thing you’ve ever done.
It’s stretching and growing and learning.
It’s stripping away selfishness.
It’s unparalleled motivation to change.
It’s sacrifice and tears.
It’s not easy.
But motherhood is worth it.
It’s inexpressibly fulfilling.  
It’s all you ever hoped for.
It’s God’s holiest calling.   
It’s the best thing that ever happened to you.

Motherhood is the greatest treasure on earth.

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