Thoughts on becoming a mother
- Author Unknown
" 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 child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed her and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me. I count myself lucky in this sense: that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body, I have been tried by fire and a hell that many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth, to accept when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in these shoes. I have learned to appreciate life. Yes, I will be a wonderful mother."
I'm sorry. I know this is a long poem, but I have been dealing with some personal struggles lately. And after messaging someone this poem to help them heal, they rejected me. Everyone deals with their losses differently, and I should realize this, but it is hard for me to do.
I should think...its not her rejection of me, its her rejection of being in the same position that I have been in. She isn't like me and obviously doesn't want me to do or say things that I would want others to do or say to me. It hurts me the way she responds to my outreach, but it isn't me. Its the situation that she is responding to more than anything. She just obviously has to deal with it differently then I did. And honestly, after all of that....I really don't think she intends to be rude and harsh to me. But I am allowed to feel hurt. Why would I have gone through all of these struggles if I can not help others? Am I supposed to let the pain fester inside of me? No. And I wont. I will keep on reaching out to others who have felt the same way as me, and who still do.
If I have offended anyone, I am sorry. But if anyone feels like they would like to talk to me more about loss, etc. I am ALWAYS available: StephaEspo@gmail.com