It was so easy when my kids were babies
no matter how hard it was one smile would save me.
You could be crying and completely a mess
they’d still be cooing…It would always bring out my best.
Such a gift a baby can bring
they’re spiritually enticing.
I was taught to laugh again, and basically see through the eyes of a child.
The stress would leave just from playing peek-a-boo for awhile.
Now they’re older and I get less praise
so I just hold on to the memories.
I know they need room to find there self,
and when a bad choice is made I help.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m being a good mother since I messed up in my teens.
I go on my instincts and keep hoping…
For them to be okay
I want them to have their dreams someday.
I try to stay calm even when I’m told the worst things a mother can hear
just give a little advice, and quiet stays my fears.
I just miss the little smiles and easy going atmosphere
when they’re grown I’m sure it will reappear.
Until then I’ll guide and step aside.
A lot of love, patience, and encouragement can go a long way
for now my biggest gift is seeing them flourishing.