Wednesday, April 8, 2009

200th Post worthy...Encouraging!

ETA- I was in such a hurry to post this last night so no story went along with this... I do believe I will follow in Annie's footsteps and print this out and paste it everywhere I would possibly ever have an opportunity to read it. Okay, so maybe Annie didn't go THAT far with it but it is a mighty encouraging poem. One filled with hope and hurt and joy all at the same time. Which is exactly what I feel and so many other women...

Although, I will say that I do not believe mothers who battled with infertility are the only "good" mothers out there. My mom was/is one mighty fine mom and Lord knows she never had problems getting pregnant... I DO have three brothers! haha!


There are women who 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
because 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 him 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.

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 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 when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes by walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.

- Author Unknown


Annie Kates said...

Megs- I knew that you would appreciate this poem. It is so true, if there is one thing you are getting out of this, it's becoming a better mother. I am praying hard for you, and wishing with all my heart that this will be the cycle to make you a mommy.

Shelby said...

I just love this poem. Everytime I read it, it means just as much as the first time I came across it. Thanks for sharing.