How Silly of Me
Motherhood hurts sometimes
How silly of me
To think that they’d stay little
To look at their tiny hands, to see their small feet
To hear their first giggle
To think that time would retreat
How silly of me
To think they’d always need me
To rock them too quickly
If only I could foresee
Just how fast they’d outgrow me
How silly of me
To not soak in every breath
To not snap every picture
As if my memory has no depth
As if the moments don’t pass by quicker
How silly of me
To think motherhood would not consume
To think motherhood would not take up all the room
Inside my soul where they bloom
Just as they once did in my womb
How silly of me
To think this role would not destroy me
For it crumbles me down is sadness and anxiety
Yet each time it builds me back up in joy
And sets me free
How silly of me.
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Wow so beautiful 🥹 I’m soaking up each moment with my almost 6 month old baby girl these days and this hit home. Thank you for sharing 🥰♥️
This pulls me back to when my children were so tiny. I read somewhere that you never realize the last time is the last time you pick your child up. You put them down and then you never pick them up again.