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I started reading this with a child in mind. By the second and third
stanza I was thinking of my ferrets babies as well......
Before I was a Mom
Before I was a Mom - I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about
how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was a Mom - I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over
or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants
were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom - I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Spit on.
Chewed on. Peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night. Before I was a Mom - I never held down a screaming
child So that doctors could do tests. Or give shots. I never looked
into teary eyes and cried. never got gloriously happy over a simple
grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom - I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't
want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so
much. I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom - I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside
my body I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I
didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that
something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I
was a Mom - I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10
minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, The
joy, The love, The heartache, The wonderment or the satisfaction of being
a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a
Mom.
Send this to someone whom you think is a special Mom or Grandma. I just
did. And remember that behind every successful mother........... is a
basket of dirty laundry. (I bet you weren't expecting that!)
[MA]
[Posted in FML issue 4113]
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