Being Mom
Being Mom is heart-rending and
healing, breathtaking and frustrating.
Being Mom is arms-wide-open
vulnerability,
from first-felt flutter to too-soon leaving to strangely-new normal.
from first-felt flutter to too-soon leaving to strangely-new normal.
Being Mom is sometimes arms and
knees curled tight around your gut
to keep it all in and block it all out.
to keep it all in and block it all out.
Being Mom is a test of who you
really are when no one is looking.
Being Mom is a gulp of grace, too
good to be true.
Being Mom is a sustained version
of that split-second
when you laugh so hard you're suddenly crying,
or when, crazily, a giggle bubbles up through tears.
when you laugh so hard you're suddenly crying,
or when, crazily, a giggle bubbles up through tears.
Being Mom is so much less about
"me" than you'd ever thought it would be.
Being Mom is carrying well what
you've been entrusted to carry,
for minutes, months, years, or a lifetime.
for minutes, months, years, or a lifetime.
Being Mom is the gift of never
being alone
because the Lord is your strength,
and because your heart is full even when your arms are empty,
and because there's a crack under the bathroom door wide enough
for persistent stubby fingers to find you.
because the Lord is your strength,
and because your heart is full even when your arms are empty,
and because there's a crack under the bathroom door wide enough
for persistent stubby fingers to find you.
Erin Socha 7/9/2014
