Saturday, May 9, 2009

Happy Mother's Day!


Before I was a Mom

Before I was a mom, I made and ate hot meals, wore unstained clothes and had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a mom, I never worried about how late I went to bed because I could sleep in as long as I wanted.

Before I was a mom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth everyday.

Before I was a mom, I enjoyed a leisurely cup of coffee while reading the
morning newspaper on a Saturday morning.

Before I was a mom, I slept the whole night through.

Before I was a mom, my house was clean everyday and I didn't worry about whether or not my plants were poisonous.

Before I was a mom, I had never been puked on, pooped on, peed on, chewed on or pinched by little fingers.

Before I was a mom, I had complete control of my mind, thoughts and body.

Before I was a mom, I never held down a screaming child while doctors and nurses did tests or gave shots. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces because I couldn't stop the hurt.

Before I was a mom, I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

Before I was a mom, I never got gloriously happy over a toothless grin.

Before I was a mom, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never was up in the wee hours of the night just watching a baby while it slept. I never knew that something so small couldn't effect my life so tremendously.

Before I was a mom, I never knew I could love someone so unconditionally and completely.

Before I was a mom, I never knew how satisfying it is to feed a hungry
child. I never knew how fulfilling it is to soothe a baby's cries.

Before I was a mom, I loved my mom, but didn't understand her.

Before I was a mom, I never knew the warmth, the joy, the heartache, the
wonderment, or the fulfillment of being a mom.

Before I was a mom, I never knew I would love being a mom.

~~Sharon L. Twitchell~~


This is for all the Mothers with babies in Heaven

{I found this poem at The Harry Line Helping Parents Blogspot}

Dear Mr. Hallmark,

I am writing to you from Heaven, and though it must appear
A rather strange idea, I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit your stores to find a card
A card of love for my Mother, as this day for her is hard.
~
There must be some mistake I thought, I saw every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card from a child who lives in Heaven.
She is still a Mother too, no matter where I reside. I had to leave,
She understands. But, Oh! the tears she’s cried!
~
I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
That though I live in Heaven now, I still love my Mother so.
She talks with me and dreams with me. We still share laughter, too.
Memories are our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?
~
My Mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells.
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.
~
So, you see, Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on Earth,
I must find a way to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored and remembered, too,
Just as the children of Earth will do.
~
Thank you, Mr. Hallmark, I know you’ll do your best.
I have done all I can do, to you I’ll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her just how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself, when she joins me in Eternity.

~ by Jody Seilheimer ~



 

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