Dear Mother

Dear Mother..

Mother .... a simple word that holds more weight than an elephant.

A title given to a woman some will say is heaven sent.
When the first cry hits it’s overwhelming, I’m not talking about baby tears I mean the pain that’s dwelling.
We have classes to teach and guide on diapers and if breast or bottle is best?
We have pages to read about how with each milestone our child will be the best.

Leaving out the most important player in this game we choose to live through.
Lacking sympathy or understanding for the feelings we don’t want to name true.
Taught countless ways to hold our child , when deep inside we our lost in our own dark clouds.

Trying to find the light and head to a salvation, we learn to cope and be happy but only as a demonstration.
Mothers this is our time to reclaim our sanity , own our pain, love us through each phase.
Knowing it’s okay to not be okay is harder than any prenatal pill we had to swallow.
Breaking down barriers and remolding foundations was no easy task to follow.

We are our own light we just have to find the switch. Finding the light in you is the ultimate definition of rich.

But look at you now !
Brave , seen , heard , felt, and so much more you have yet to discover.
Tackling your own identity while still putting life into others. We carry the weight of it all and can go even further. Our worth will not be defined as JUST A MOTHER !