Sunday, 14 March 2010

What Makes a Mother?

 
Do you ever just look at your children and feel a tugging in your chest. A physical sensation of how much they mean to you?
Do you ever just want to hold them to tight, to squeeze the air out of them?
Do you ever want to spend an hour kissing them or stroking their baby-soft skins?
Do you ever tell them how perfect they are in every way possible and how much you love them?
Do you ever wonder who speeded up time now your a parent. How can another year have passed so quicky?
Do you let them know that you like them and enjoy being with them.
Do you ever sit when the house is silent and wonder what life was like before they came along?
Do you ever watch them sleep and wonder what they do in their dreams?

I look at my boys and my oh my, my heart skips a beat.
I look at my boys and get an overwhelming urge to breath in their smells and to lick their delicious skin.
I want to watch them walk around naked as children should, their perfect bums all peachy and adorable.
I enjoy mostly the minutes I spend in my children's company, they fill me with wonder and awe. I truly like them as people most of the time too.
I watch them as they sleep, the rhythm of their chests rising and falling brings me peace.
I listen as they chat to each other and laugh at their funny little ways.

So this is what it means to be a mother. Happy Mothers day to you all.


But this is also what it means to be a mother. My darling step neice lost her only child due to complications due to his Cerable Paulsy at seven months old and this will be her second mothers day without him, this is what she asked the vicar to read out at his funeral and it has haunted me ever since


What Makes A Mother

I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today
I asked "What makes a Mother?"
And I know I heard him say
A Mother has a baby
This we know is true
But, God, can you be a mother
When your baby's not with you?

Yes, you can he replied
With confidence in his voice
I give many women babies
When they leave it is not their choice
Some I send for a lifetime
And others for the day
And some I send to feel your womb
But there's no need to stay.

I just don't understand this God
I want my baby here
 
He took a breath
and cleared his throat
And then I saw a tear
I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say
"We go to earth to learn our lessons
of love and life and fear
My mummy loved me so much
I got to come straight here
I feel so lucky to have a Mum who had so much love for me
I learned my lessons very quickly
My Mummy set me free.

I miss my Mummy oh so much
But I visit her each day
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow is where I lay
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear
Mummy don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I am here"

So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are okay
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay
They'll wait for you with Me
Until your lessons are through
And on the day you come home
they'll be at the gates for you

So now you see
What makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start
Though some on earth
May not realize
Until their time is done
Remember all the love you have
And know that you are
A Special Mum



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That poem has me in pieces. So beautiful. Happy Mothers Day to you. I love the fact that your sewing skills have been highlighted on your card!
So moving... so true.
Have a lovely day Jen - you deserve it. Hope your mum is feeling a bit stronger.
Those cards are so precious - Happy Mothers' Day xx
A lovely story and lovely, lovely cards as well.
That poem is so moving - days like this must be so difficult for people who have lost a child. It makes me feel so so lucky....

On a more positive note, I love your cards and I am very impressed at your pancake skills lol x
Happy Mothers' Day! I love a glimpse of what children notice and value. Beauty, sewing and pancake flipping? You rock!
This is such a beautiful poem, and so sad at the same time. I hope you step niece finds comfort within the family. This must be so bloody hard. xx Deborah
I was starting to mope earlier, because on my first Mother's Day Mr C had to leave at 11am to go away for work but I soon gave myself a kick up the bum by remembering how lucky I am to be a mum in the first place.

I loved the sentences on the cards as to why the boys love you. Precious.
Blimey

when I pulled up this page blimey was already in the comment box. That sort of says it all really

thank you.
oh that poem pulled at every heart string that i have, it made me want to run upstairs and hold each one of my girls so tightly. Such lovely words with such sadness. happy mothers day hun x
Gorgeous cards, and such a poignant reading. Happy Mothering Sunday. x
I don't know how the Vicar could make it through reading that poem. I certainly couldn't do it without tears. We are so lucky and don't even realize it.
Lovely. I'm dreading the day mine growto big for me to kiss their little toes. Happy mothers. Day
It's difficult to type when your eyes are full of tears. Happy Mother's Day x

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