Becoming a mother takes time,

Much longer than she foresees.

She really has no idea the task before her –

Becoming a mother takes time.

It starts with nine months of time to prepare,

To plan for a little bundle of joy.

Becoming a mother takes time.

When the day comes to hold her child,

She doesn’t want to ever let go.

Becoming a mother takes time.

As the child grows with each new day,

So does the mother’s love.

Becoming a mother takes time.

In time the child starts to make friends,

She knows she can’t hold on forever.

Becoming a mother takes time.

Their first loose tooth, a stubbed toe,

An A+ on a test, their first cavity –

Tears of joy, tears of sadness

Shared by mother and child.

Becoming a mother takes time.

Their first crush, their first job,

Learning to drive, and graduation –

She is there as needed with arms wide open

Or holding out a box of tissues.

Becoming a mother takes time.

Their first car, their first apartment,

A career, a significant other –

She is always available for the midnight phone calls,

the talks over containers of ice cream,

Advise asked for

And even when it isn’t.

Becoming a mother takes time.

To be a mother is an investment of time,

A commitment to another person’s joy,

Happiness, sorrow, life.

She has no expectation of a return on investment –

But she hopes.

She hopes all those moments over the years

Were precious to her child too.

She hopes that bond that’s been

Created will never be severed.

She hopes that when her time on this earth is done,

That her child will look upon her as a blessing.

She hopes that when she faces

Her Heavenly Father, she will hear, “Well done.”

Becoming a mother takes time.

*Note from me:

My husband Eric and I are a blended family; together we have 7 children, however, they are all adults now. I wrote this poem earlier this year when I was going through some gut-wrenching moments as a mom. No, that is not an exaggeration, it was truly, truly hard for me. This poem just poured out of me. It is hard for me to share it like this, but I do need to be obedient to God. Perhaps it will help another mother. One more thing that is also hard to admit, but just to be honest and transparent, I do not have an active relationship with all of our children.

In my opinion, being a mom is the toughest job – period. Prayers and love, Sharon