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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Poem That I Came Across... “Thoughts on Becoming a Mother”

I found this poem on someone's myspace blog entry. They had read it somewhere and didn't cite the author. For those of you who haven't had infertility struggles, please don't take offense to some of what it says. It isn't intended for that. I'm assuming that the author was as hurt and frustrated as some of us have been when she wrote this. I really think that she just feels as though she will have a deeper appreciation since she has struggled then she would have had if it had have came more easily. But isn't it always that way in life?


God Bless!



“Thoughts on Becoming a Mother”


There are women that become mothers without effort,

without thought, without patience or loss

and though they are good mothers and love their children,

I know that I will be better.

I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books

but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.

I have longed and waited.

I have cried and prayed.

I have endured and planned over and over again.

Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation

are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.

I will notice everything about my little child.

I will take time to watch her sleep, explore and discover.

I will marvel at this miracle everyday for the rest of my life.

I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of her cry,

knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed her

and not waking to a cry of broken dream, for my DREAM will be crying for me.

I consider myself lucky in this sense;

that God has given me insight, this special vision

with which I will look upon her unlike any one else.

I will NOT be careless of my LOVE.

I have been trialed by fire and hell that others may have faced,

yet given time, and 9 months, I stood tall.

I have prevailed.

I have succeeded.

I have won.

When I see others hurt around me,

I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.

I see it, mourn it, and join in theirs.

I listen.

And even though I cannot make it better,

I can make it less lonely.

I have learned that immense power of another hand holding tight to mine,

of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth

and when life is beyond hard.

I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.

I have learned to appreciate my life.

....YES! I will Be a Wonderful Mother...

-------------AUTHOR UNKNOWN

1 Remarks:

beth ewing

funny jon and i were just talking last night about alot of stuff and i said that had i known miller might be our only biological, i would have marveled in the miracle more than i did. i mean we struggled a bit for him but nothing compared to this.

and i know you'll be a great mom.