I am a mother but before that
I was a child, daughter, sister and friend.
I am a mother and have been
since the very first moment, I felt you move.
I am a mother, my world revolves around raising my babies
and trying to get enough sleep.
I am a mother who feels guilty
every time I leave for work – that I’m not at home with my children.
I am a mother with teenagers. They think I’m stupid
and roll their eyes at me.
I am a mother attending my child’s graduation ceremony.
My heart is full and close to bursting, I have never been this proud.
I am a mother in a house that is suddenly to big. I hear
my children’s voice echoing ghost-like in the hallways.
I am a mother who is lost and trying to rebuild the vacant place
where her children once lived.
I am a mother with greying hair and empty arms.
Where did the time go?
I am a mother who is learning to let go.
Detaching from my children is the most unnatural thing I will ever do.
I am a mother who misses her children like crazy.
I am trying not to come across as intrusive or needy.
I am a mother in transition. I will make mistakes.
Please be patient with me.
I am a mother who is working hard on not living in the past,
but embracing a strange new future.
I am a mother who is learning who I am…
when I’m not a mother.