A Mother

No one ever told me that being a mother could be so hard
As they grow up it seems to leave my heart scared

I never imagined that the time would go quite this fast
I cannot believe that their childhood is almost in the past

I’ve watched my little girl change and mature everyday
And now I am seeing my little boy grow up in the same way

The dishes, the dusting, the laundry will just have to wait
Instead put your child first and make a play date

I have tried everything in my power to get time to stand still
But I look forward to watching their dreams be fulfilled

I try to be the best mother and friend to them that I can
But I am slowly losing my grip on their little hand

As the years continue to quickly pass us by
They are learning to spread their little wings and fly

Being a mom can be a thankless, tiring, tough job sometimes
But what could be more rewarding than teaching your child their fist nursery rhyme

Everything that you do, everything word that you say
Those little eyes are watching and trying to be like you in every way

So be careful in how you act and the things that you do
Because those little children are bound to end up just like you

A mother’s job is not done when her children leave the nest
That is when a true mother’s job is put to the test

You now have to watch them do things on their own
Whether it is good or bad try not to cast a stone

No matter where life takes them they will always be a part of you
Because no matter their age a mother’s job is never through

(This poem I wrote when I was having a hard time watching my 2 eldest children grow up)