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Being A Mom

Long ago on some days,  yet not so long on others,
I do so recall those days when I was yet a mother.
Days of being careless and having fun, 
Not having to be responsible for anyone.

Then one day, a mother is what I became,
Where nothing again was ever quite the same.
The day of birth, we had our official introductions,
Yet, none of you came with a list of instructions!

With each new additional child
Came more issues to be reconciled.
There was no easy and set rules
Nor was I given the necessary tools.

I was not as prepared as I thought,
And most days, I admit, I was overwrought.
That did not mean I did not love you five,
For you each made me feel more alive.

I admit, as a mom, I may have messed up,
Yet, I always was able to find a fix-up.
With you all, I was profound and spellbound, 
For no greater love could ever be found.

Now that you all are mostly grown,
And my nest you have certainly flown.
Ever reminded that I am no longer needed,
Also, it seems, at every turn, I am impeded.

Though, for some, find my advice and affection offending, 
My heart burst with love for you all that is never-ending.
I knew you all would grow up and move out someday,
Yet the feelings are so much more than just dismay.

I am alone, awaiting messages or calls,
Yet, nothing is heard inside these four walls.
When my husband leaves for work each day,
I am usually left with nothing but disarray.

Please always know I love and miss you all,
I also miss all the chaos and even the brawls,
That comes with having children around
Yet, silence is all that can now be found. 

Just as I was not prepared on the day you were born, 
No one told me I would be left feeling so forlorn.
Reminded daily that I no longer matter
My feelings and heart all about in shatter.

One day, easier these feelings will become, 
Until then, this despair I try not to succumb.
Always know that no matter your qualm,
I always have been and will be your mom.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/29/2018 3:21:00 AM
I have a huge lump in my throat reading your heartfelt poem of the ups and downs of motherhood, especially when they fly the nest and the once noisy home is now silent. Our kids lead such busy lives and probably think 'oh mum will be ok' and neglect to call when sadly the exact opposite is true. I hear from my son far more frequently now he is travelling than when he was in London! Hubby and I do some charity work - that makes you feel really cherished:-) hugs Jan x
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