Love of my Life

Love of my Life

Heart Mother

One day my world came crashing down,I'll never be the same.They told me that my child was sick.I thought, "am I to blame"?I don't think I can handle this.I am really not that strong.It seemed my heart was breaking.I have loved him for so long.I will not give up on this child.I will listen to your advice.I will give my child any chance.No matter what the price.I will learn all that I need to help my child thrive.I'll even use that feeding tube.My child must survive!Will he need a lot of therapy?Will he gain the needed weight?Please God, help me do this.I will accept our fate.When the monitors beep at night, it serves as my reminder.How many parents would love that sound.Tomorrow I will be kinder.As another Angel earns his wings,I run to my child's bed.I watch him sleep for quite a while.I bend down and kiss his head.I cry for the parents whose hearts have been broken.I look to You wondering why?Oh Lord, I just can't know your matter how I try.And yet, I trust you hold his life, and guide us through each day.My mind says savor each moment he's here,but my heart begs, "PLEASE let him stay"!From pacing the surgical waiting room, to sitting by his bed.From wishing for a good nights sleep, to learning every med.From wondering, "will he be alright?", to watching him reach out his hands.With every smile my heart just melts, despite life's harsh demands.For all who see that faded line.I look to them and smile.You see my child is loved so much.I would face ANY trial.That scar I trace with my finger (It's the door to his beautiful heart).God must have known how much I'd love him (Just as He loved him from the start).A heart mom is always a heart mom.Now wise beyond her years.For those who have angels in heaven,Our hearts share in all of your tears.Every day I will try and remember,I was chosen for him (and no other).I will always embrace that beautiful day.......When I became a "Heart Mother"

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Whats it like to be a heart mother

It's that very first moment,

He's placed in your arms,

A wrinkled red face,

Filled with so many charms,

You can't help but cry,

(As a new mother knows)

You've been waiting so long,

Just to count all his toes,

Then visitors come,

Bearing gifts that are blue,

And they laugh, and snap pictures,

Saying, "He looks like you."

And in just a few days,

(Ahh... the joy and the fun)

You'll be on your way home,

With your beautiful son.

What is it like to be a heart mother?

Again, it's that moment,

You hold your child close,

And cry secret tears,

That a heart mother knows.

In just a few days,

Maybe less,maybe more,

You'll be letting him go,

Asking, what lies in store?

And as your child lays,

In a small isolette,

You think to yourself,

I must not get upset,

And as family arrives,

You try hard to stay strong,

But your tired eyes say,

That this all seems so wrong.

You know what is coming,

Though your still not prepared,

He will leave your safe arms,

To have his heart repaired.

What does it mean to be a mother?

It is nights with no sleep,

It is feedings and spit up,

It is watching him roll,

And then finally sit up.

It is knowing this child,

Depends on you most,

It's those everyday milestones,

in which, you can boast.

And yes... there is crying,

(At time's it's quite loud)

But when he says,, "Mama".

He makes you so proud.

A heart mother...

Ahh.. yes little rest,

As the monitors beep,

And you begin to question,

Is there such thing as sleep?

And you can't go home yet,

And your kid's ask each day,

"Will we see you soon mommy?

Can you come home and play?

Real soon... you promise,

Yes...I miss you too",

And then people ask,

How you do what you do.

And you stroke his forehead,

And his fist is unfurled,

And you know for this child,

You would give all the world.

A mother...

Time passes quickly,

Soon he's off to school,

And before you know it,

Hugs just aren't "cool",

He's a teenager now,

With dreams of his own,

And one day it hits you,

My child, has grown.

And though you are proud,

For all he's achieved,

Life passed more quicly,

Than you could have believed.

A heart mother...

You've always strived to live each day,

As if it were the last,

As the mother of a heart child,

You know things can change fast.

You've seen so many familes,

Endure things you can't understand,

And while you trust that God is good,

Sometimes you just don't understand.

But you go on, because you must,

God chose you for him, and no other,

Your stronger that you could imagine,

You have become a heart mother.

Every mother...

And every mother's journey,

Begins on that day when,

She knows with everything she is,

A mother, she has always been.

Crayon marks cover all the walls,

Muddy prints scatter the floor,

Toys and messes everywhere,

And yes... laundry galore.

I must have the best job that there is,

(Despite all the clutter and mess)

My children.. they remind me,

Life shouldn't be such a stress.

Each and every day we have,

(To laugh, to hug, to play)

Is a memory I'll always have,

And nothing, can take that away.

I wouldn't trade a moment,

Or all that they've taught me to see,

I'm blessed to be a mother,

It's more than I'd dreamed it could be.

~Stephanie Husted

1 comment:

She Made Mention said...

I love that picture. I feel so much when I see it. You are beautiful!!!!