14/03/2020
This poem is EVERYTHING 💔😭 Posted •
I remember
looking up at her;
wondering,
how could she just know?
the perfect rock,
that song that I liked,
how she smelled clean and warm,
like no one else could.
I knew I had the perfect mother.
She was fearless,
sure of what to do.
She made me laugh,
with just a look.
And I don't know where she learned it,
but she could take my pain away with just one squeeze.
What I didn't know,
was that time she watched me
while I slept,
because I had my first fever,
and she wanted to be sure I was okay.
Or when she questioned if going back to work was really the best option;
wondering if it would change things,
worrying that it would change us.
I didn't see her cry that night when I admitted that my biggest fear was dying.
Or that when she said those words that comforted me,
she wondered if those were actually the right things to say.
She was new at every stage.
But it didn't matter.
Not to me.
Because she knew me.
And what I needed.
I didn't love my mother because she was an expert on motherhood;
Just as I didn't love her any less because she was new.
I loved my mother because she was an expert on US.
On how she wanted it to feel. Us. Together. Navigating our newness at every stage.
I loved her for her love.
She knew everything,
and nothing.
And I loved her just the same.
And now that I am new,
like she once was,
and despite all of my fears -
I know,
that if I promise to lead us with love,
my baby,
it will be enough for us, too.💜
