My husband wrote this “poem” last night as he prepared to speak at church on Mother’s Day. He was surprised that so many women approached him and said that his poem really touched them. I was not so surprised.
I think each of us can find ourselves in this list. I think it’s particularly interesting that he would write this knowing nothing of all of the “Mom Enough” talk happening last week all over the internet.
Some are short and some are tall.
Some are thin and some are not so thin.
Some were raised by a dedicated mother who was there at every turn.
Some did not know their mother at all.
Some have many fond memories of learning at their mother’s knee.
Some feel like they never connected with their mother.
Some have completed college.
Some never graduated high school.
Some have many children.
Some have never given birth to any children.
Some are in their 20s, or 40s, or 80s… and some are teenagers.
Some enjoy being a mother…most of the time.
Some don’t enjoy being a mother at all and would rather do other things.
Some feel very satisfied with their roles as a mom.
Some wish they could do other things.
Some have lots of time to devote to their children.
Some feel guilty that they don’t spend more time with their children.
Some live in a nice home at the end of a well-landscaped street.
Some live with their parents, or a friend, or a boyfriend.
Some have busy demanding jobs.
Some are in jail.
Some think that every other mother does a better job than they do.
Some wonder why their kids don’t behave better.
Some think that life would be better if X or Y or Z would happen.
Some have depression.
Some are depressed today because they are not having a very good Mother’s Day.
Some woke up today to a wonderful, tasty breakfast in bed.
Some had breakfast in bed that wasn’t so tasty, but made with a child’s love.
Some had cold cereal by themselves.
Some are having their first Mother’s Day.
Some are sick because they are pregnant.
Some are sick of being pregnant.
Some have mastitis.
Some are frustrated with trying to breast feed.
Some wish their mother would visit.
Some wish their mother would go away for a while.
Some have perfectly healthy children.
Some have children with serious physical or mental disabilities.
Some wonder, or think, or believe that other moms do a better job at raising children.
Some mothers are enough, just the way they are.
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