I am your Mother

 

I am your Mother,

My littles, one, two and three

 

For better or for worse,

God has chosen me to be

 

The one to watch you rise each day,

 the recipient of your affections

 

The one to hold your hand gripped tight,

offering you protection

 

The keeper of each and every thought

that passes through your lips

 

The one to cook your meals each night,

balancing babe upon my hips

 

Your trusted confidant and companion,

in adventures big and small

 

The one to scoop you off the ground,

wiping tears after a fall

 

The one who marvels at the sight of you,

every hour of every day

 

Delighting in your creativity,

holding dear the things you say

 

Laughing loudly at each joke you tell,

finding humor in the things you do

 

The one to hold you accountable,

reminding you of your Ps and Qs

 

And, in spite of best intentions,

the one who'll make mistakes

 

The one who'll lose her temper,

and be in need of grace

 

The one who'll need reminders,

not to wish one day away

 

Holding each moment sacred,

for little you will not stay

 

The one who kneels humbly,

for when I am weak, then He is strong

 

For even when we have bad days,

I know that we belong

 

Yes, I am your Mother,

and so proud am I to be

 

A gift so great I have been given,

that of wife and mother of three.