Motherhood

My joy at its best, my hurt at its worst. My joy at your conception and my belly swelling. My hurt at your birth with waves of contractions. My joy at your first steps in those booties I knitted. My hurt as you fell down and bumped your head. My joy at your first word spoken mama. My hurt when we argued about a sleepover and you cried I hate you. My joy over your first report card with all the A’s. My hurt when you were expelled from eighth grade for possession. My joy when you took responsibility young man and changed your ways. My hurt as you leaned on my shoulder and cried over losing your first love. My joy in your pride after working the summer to buy your first car. My hurt that you are no longer my little baby but a young man. I am forever a woman in motherhood, My joy at its best and my hurt at its worst. Summer Gratias