You started as a dream,
Then to my womb you grew.
The next thing I knew, you moved,
womb and heart became one.
I live for you and all you'll become.
Intertwined from beginning to end.
Now, here you are in the flesh,
A little being of your own.
I watch you.
I watch you as you sleep,
Yours is the soundest,
With even, deep breathing.
Your innocence cradled in a blankie,
Hand interlocked with lovey,
Dreaming dreams of Sesame Street, butterflies, and slides.
You are my most precious things.
I watch you.
I watch you as you play,
Discovering things I've long since known,
Yet, in a way all your own.
You see it through eyes, ears, and imagination untainted.
Goodness in your every fiber.
You are purity in its truest form.
For you, I act the fool.
Because of you, I stay humbled.
Singing songs, making silly faces, jumping high, and dancing low,
Blowing kisses and rolling hugs, far from cool.
The years roll by faster than I expect.
It's some kind of insane test!
Good days and bad, put on a scale,
this isn't your average math.
Surprisingly, the rewards and joy outweigh the rest.
Now, thinking of only your future and hoping life starts to move in slow-mo
You are the core of my life.
I try never to look back to before...
My love for you is the kind that makes wars
So fierce and extreme.
A love like none I've ever known.
My heart and soul are swollen with emotion.
I'd die for you, and kill for you in less than a blink of the eye.
You are the reason I was born, my mind is blown.
You give purpose new meaning,
So this life, my life is aglow.
The umbilical cord never really cut.
Impossible to articulate or define,
This thing called motherhood.
For you, I'd give everything else up.
Make sealed deals with the devil if need be.
Bleed dry with nothing but love in my eyes.
You and your brother pluck the strings of my heart
--until I take my final breath.
Expectations are not our enemies. There is not an inherent negative connotation with the word nor the weight it holds. But, it can and has led to much disappointment for many. Whether the expectations are unrealistic or one simply cannot rise to meet or exceed them, sometimes they are at fault. However, I truly believe that more times than not, expectations are positive. It is crucial for people to grow and stretch, and having expectations to meet gives us all that opportunity. So, embrace expectations.
Inequitable. Life is full of inequitability. In its simplest form, not everybody is created equal. Sure, we all deserve the same inalienable rights. But, let's not pretend we are all equal. I know I don't have Einstein's IQ or Oprah's talents. My children are sharp and good looking, but there are always going to be other children smarter and better looking. That's reality. Life isn't simple, is it? Life, everything about it, is complex. I am not even going to pretend that I am a "the cup is half full" kind of gal. If I want to be positive, an optimist if you will, it has to be by choice. I would need to consciously work hard at it. Some people are born with a cheery disposition and outlook. My mom is one of those people. I envy her. However, I'm not entitled to a positive attitude or anything else for that matter. Somewhere along the lines, people began to tie a sense of equitability to a sense of entitlement. I believe that's when we had a collective paradigm shift, and all shit hit the fan. If people who don't work think they are entitled to the same luxuries and do-dads as those that do work, there is something wrong with our collective conscience. Ultimately, this kind of entitled thinking will be our downfall. It's a difficult pill to swallow, but the playing field of life is not even or fair. So what? Everyone still has to show up and play. And, play fiercely. Play like you want to win!
