Learning To Be A Mother
-by Julia M. DeLeeuw
Oh how the young lady boast of the Mother She'll be.
Planning and contemplating
From the moment she realizes that one day her dollies
Can be replaced
By rosy cheeked Cherubs of her own.
Oh the planning.
What she will be...
What she wont do...
And how she definitely wont be her own Mother.
So confident in a sea of options and choices.
So confident she already know whats best.
To the woman in the throws of Motherhood.
How the quiet nights whisper the disappointments of the day.
"Where is the Mother I was suppose to be?"
The Glamour is chipped away by the everyday.
The Antics get old and the Laundry never stays done.
The mundane stars to creep in.
But just when you think you have been spent...
There walks in your creature.
With arms stretched out and big wide eyes they make your world light up.
And suddenly you think to yourself...
"Oh what a wonderful day".