The Motherly Poetry
Welcome to Inside My Heart and Brain
A space where motherhood meets poetry raw, tender, and true. Here, you'll find the words I've woven from sleepless nights, quiet joys, fierce love, and everything in between.
Turning 3
I have a voice now and my own thoughts too.
That's why sometimes I get loud
About things I want to do.
I have so much more independence now
Mommy, look At me!
But I will still take you up on that kiss
For my scratched knee.
I can fall asleep by myself now,
I just need you to tuck me in.
But I also may still call for you when it
Looks like monsters are coming from the bin.
I love reaching my arms around you
And squeezing you tight.
Although sometimes I can get so angry and
Feel the urge to fight.
I can feed myself so, we can eat
At the same time now.
But I can't promise that some of the food
Won't end up on the ground.
I run around the park making new friends,
Aren't you so proud of me?
You will catch me looking over my shoulder
To make sure you see.
I can sing you the alphabet
And lovely nursey rhymes.
I will always make you sing along,
Even if it feels like 100 times.
My emotions sometimes become
Bigger than I can handle.
I don't mean to make you run out of stores,
While feeling in shambles.
You see I am still learning everything
About my world and how much there is to see.
When you think about it I am still quite small,
But I can quickly tell you,
"Not as small as a bee".
I am three now even though,
I know you'll always picture my face,
As the one of the night we met.
Empty Cup
There are no sick days when you are a Mom.
In fact there are no rest days at all.
Even with an empty cup, you'll still have two
Eyes looking up at you to jump.
So I'll jump again for what feels like the 100th time.
Just so you can get a taste of what it feels like to fly.
I pick myself up off the floor, knowing that's where I
Actually want to stay. But instead, we continue on
With our regular day.
A mother's body is true magic,
The way that it can always snap back.
Whether it be an illness or emotions weighing heavy.
A Mother can always find her way out of a levee.
All without a trace,
Because there rarely is any space.
With arms full of little bodies and illness,
But mostly love and fulfillment.
How even on your worst day,
You'll always be the one they look to, to play.
The one who can fix anything with a quick snuggle.
And knows just the right solution to end a struggle.
Even on the days you don't feel like enough.
There are your littles to fill back up your cup.
There will be plenty of good days but on the difficult ones,
Remember, there will always be clouds.
But the sun always finds it's way back to the top.
Let this give you the motivation when your body is Screaming to stop.
Mom Guilt
Will he remember all the fun plans?
Or only remember the demands.
Some days I just feel so short,
But it is because I am trying to hold
Back the lump in my throat.
I don't want to always have to be the bad guy,
But I am the only one around to keep an eye.
I hope he remembers the fun me.
I lay in bed at night and replay every
Moment of the day.
Wishing that there was something I could say.
You see, there's just something about
Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.
That makes it feel like there is no room for leftovers.
No extra space for a deep breath to regain patience.
Instead, holding your breath to say less.
I hope he remembers the fun me.
The one who danced around the living room with him.
That knew how to build a fort out of anything on a whim.
The one who could run all over the yard
While kicking a soccer ball.
Not the overstimulated me,
The unregulated me,
The burnt out me.
I hope he remembers the fun me.
Boy Mom
When they say God sends you a son
Because you need to learn love,
It couldn't be more true.
For many years I placed my heart in all the wrong places,
But as soon as he came it fit perfectly in the spaces.
To love and be loved are the two most magical feelings to exist.
Especially when it's not forced and just naturally unconditional.
The way his big brown eyes stare at me adoringly.
Even if I haven't showered and I'm wearing the same bathrobe
For the third day.
To be loved without limitation
And to know to their heart you'll always have an invitation.
To no longer worry about your every move,
And releasing that feeling of always having something to prove.
Even when they are babies and without words.
You can communication with sounds just like birds.
My walls slowly breaking down.
Knowing I no longer need to seek higher ground.
Rather, I can settle in and slow down.
Really enjoy all these moments.
While finally being loved the right way.
A lesson we learned under the moon, as we sway.
I see Me in Her
The Woman at the grocery store looks so familiar
Like maybe I had seen her before.
I couldn't quite put my finger on how I may know her
Maybe just someone I had passed before in a grocery store blur.
But then I saw her standing in an aisle
Seemingly looking at the shelves.
Or maybe just taking a moment, we don't always get for ourselves.
She had a toddler with her who made multiple attempts
To sneak things into the cart.
And that's when I realized, I recognized this girl from my heart.
You see, I saw me in her.
The way she had her hair pulled back in a quick bun,
Her makeup barely even done.
How her eyes shimmered at her toddler but,
Still carried exhaustion.
The way she walked with a purpose to get this chore done.
I watched her put back something for herself
In place of something her toddler wanted from the shelf.
How quickly as mother's we learn sacrifice,
That we don't even need to think twice.
You see, I saw me in her.
I watched her cheeks turn flush as her toddler screamed out.
Offering anything to quickly fix the pout.
As mothers we always feel so nervous to be heard or seen.
But little does she know, in her position, I have been.
In these moments of chaos, moms can always find each other.
Remember you are never alone,
When you are a mother.
Because just like I saw me in her.
Someone one day will see themselves, in you.