Untitled, late-night ramblings…
When I was just a little girl,
I knew what I would be.
As soon as I was all grown up,
I’d bounce a baby on my knee.
I couldn’t think of something better,
Than a baby of my own.
I couldn’t wait to be a mommy,
As soon as I was grown.
But sometime on the journey,
They told me I was wrong.
To be a mom is not enough,
If I wanted to belong.
To belong to the society,
And contribute all I owed.
I needed a career outside,
Not staying in my home.
I wanted to be important,
And make a difference in some way.
Doctor, lawyer, or nurse would do,
To make impressions that would stay.
Then one day it dawned on me,
I needn’t sell out on myself.
There was no reason to conform,
To put my own dreams on the shelf.
It didn’t matter what they said,
For me, God had a plan.
My life’s worked out so well for me,
Since I placed it in His hands.
A man who loves me every day,
Who claims me as his own.
He took me to himself to wed,
As soon as I was grown.
And now I am a mother,
A name that I hold dear.
What could be more meaningful,
Than holding my children near.
To hold their hands and brush their hair,
To read to them at night.
To kiss their cheeks, their lips, and nose,
To cuddle and hug them tight.
I’ve found what life is all about,
The greatest role I’ve ever known.
I hope my daughter knows it, too,
As soon as she is grown.
