Believe It Or Not

Do you ever stop and think to yourself, "Holy crap, I'm a MOM. How did I get away with this!?" I do. Often. I like to think I'm a pretty great mom, but there's this other side of me who still thinks I'm 17, who still has juvenile insecurities, who isn't confident in my independence, who can't believe I actually have responsibilities. Feeling a little cheesy, poetic (and a lot over tired), I wrote this little somethin' somethin' for the mamas:

Believe it or not
You are a mom
When they go to the bathroom
You must wipe their bum
When they cry and scream
It's you who must try
To calm them down
And get them to comply

They will try to resist
When you teach them what's right
When you serve up the dinner
They'll put up a fight
At bedtime they'll fuss
And try to stay up
They'll ask for some water
And you'll refuse them a cup

But when they're tucked in
All cozy and snug
And they give you sweet kisses
And a genuine hug
When they whisper "I love you"
And hold on oh so tight
And you wish them sweet dreams and a very good night

The tough times seem easy
The stress goes away
Sleep seems unimportant
As do the challenges of the day

Believe it or not
You're a fabulous mother
Your children look up to you
Like they will to no other
You may not believe it
How could this be true?
You're the one who made them
And they're all about you