
When you weren’t born, my mind was filled with thoughts so unsure,
But when you were blessed on us, you became my world, my strength and my cure.
Seeing you crawl, walk, and grow is undoubtedly the happiest emotion of my being,
Yet the thought of you outgrowing my lap brings a tear in my heart and a reminder of time fleeing.
At times, my space and my time is something I so badly yearn for,
Yet the feeling of you not being around is so greatly I abhor.
When I scold or feel angry, for you not understanding the good that you are told,
The greater pain is mine and all I want to is give you invisible hugs, kisses and love manifold.
I nurture you, nourish you and do everything that gives you wings to fly,
Yet always want you to need me no matter how high is your sky!
I might want to be a nightingale of the woods, princess in the ivory or damsel of the dreams,
Yet find greatest joy in rattling toys, bedtime stories, silly chases and happy screams.
I want you to be the apple of everyone’s eye for whom love by all would endlessly surmount,
Yet want you to always be the baby who is mine and whose world in my arm would surround.
When I am stacked with the duties of a mother and the day just drains me to the core,
The time feels quick to have flown by and I wish if I could have soaked in those moments just a bit more.
You give me immense strength to know what my body and soul was capable to hold,
At the same time leave me so vulnerable with insecurities, fears, worries unknown and untold.
I might be complaining of my aches and pains and sleepless nights,
Yet, can’t thank God enough for having you by my side who I could cuddle tight.
It might appear to the world that I made you or brought you into existence,
But to me, its you who made me and let me know my substance.
No words can be enough to explain this ride so confusing,
Just a feeling that sums up this all the extremes of this amazing tale of raising!












