05/02/2020
No one ever warned her -
About how much she'd miss.
While doing the work that she loves.
And no one ever told her,
How hard it might feel,
Putting her dreams on pause,
To nurture her world in her lap.
And no one ever mentioned,
That loving her baby,
Might not always equal
'Loving every moment' of motherhood.
And no one ever admitted,
That mothers cry too.
When their world feels so new,
Just like their baby's does.
And because nobody told her,
She thought she couldn't say it.
So she instead spoke her secrets,
In every moment she was alone, but not.
In the quiet hours, she whispered,
Before this, I was someone else, and I miss her so very much.
In the lonely moments, she spoke,
I don't want to be anywhere else, but it's hard to not have a minute alone.
In the moments when everything else was on pause, she shared
Someday I'll get back to those other things I love; I can't wait to show you who else I am.
And in the moments when she was missing, she softly assured,
I love you so much, and though this is so very hard, I'll never regret a minute with you.
And as she told her story to her baby -
The one she thought she couldn't say,
She began to understand the truth about motherhood. The one that no one had told her:
That it is a complicated but lovely journey, full of moments of missing, but lifetimes of love. Where there is boundless happiness, but also some sorrow. And that it is always, always okay to feel both.
And she realized that there was nothing wrong with her story - Because although she hadn't heard one like it before, it was honest. And it was real.
And she was free, and she was happy.
And her baby was happy, too.
To be loved by a mother who had so much to share. But most of all, love.đ
Credit@fourthtrimestercollective
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