I knew I was a mother way before I was pregnant or before I held my sweet Saydi for the very first time in my arms. 

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…I remember sitting in front of a boring computer over 12 years ago

when one of the sales people at the furniture store where we worked gave me a poem to read.

I could not hold my tears while reading the gorgeous message of that poem.

…Would you read it with me today?

 

We pray for children

By Ina J. Hughs

 

We pray for children

who sneak Popsicles before supper,

who erase holes in math workbooks,

who can never find their shoes.

 

And we pray, for those

who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,

who can’t bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,

who never “counted potatoes,”

who are born in places where we wouldn’t be caught dead,

who never go to the circus,

who live in an X-rated world.

 

We pray for children

who bring us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,

Who sleep with the cat and bury goldfish,

Who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,

Who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,

Who slurp their soup.

 

And we pray for those

who never get dessert,

who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,

who watch their parents watch them die,

who can’t find any bread to steal,

who don’t have any rooms to clean up,

whose pictures aren’t on anybody’s dresser,

whose monsters are real.

 

We pray for children

who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,

who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,

who like ghost stories,

who shove dirty clothes under the bed,

and never rinse out the tub,

who get visits from the tooth fairy,

who don’t like to be kissed in front of the carpool,

who squirm in church or temple and scream in the phone,

whose tears we sometimes laugh at

and whose smiles can make us cry.

 

And we pray for those

whose nightmares come in the daytime,

who will eat anything,

who have never seen a dentist,

who aren’t spoiled by anybody,

who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,

who live and move, but have no being.

 

We pray for children

who want to be carried

and for those who must,

for those we never give up on

and for those who don’t get a second chance.

For those we smother…

and for those who will grab the hand of anybody

kind enough to offer it.

 

{ By Ina J. Hughs from We Pray for Children, 1995, William Morrow publishers }

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When I went home that day I could not take away the words of this poem out of my head.

I wanted to hold a child, I wanted to protect them, I wanted to hear them laugh,

feed them, help them grow and kiss them good night.

That day I learned that being a mother has nothing to do with giving birth

because being a mother is a matter of the heart.

 

I firmly believe every women in this world can be a mother.

I actually believe motherhood is the finest expression of love.

I actually believe every woman in this world can go through the pain of labor.

I mean… some of us get to experience the long 40 weeks, the swollen legs, the back pains, the sleepless nights

and the 40 pounds that come with a pregnancy. Boo!

However for some other mothers the waiting period can be 40 months, 40 years or perhaps a lifetime.

Some of us instead of swollen legs and back pain get to experience swollen eyes and heartaches.

Some of as feel the weight of forty pounds in a deep emotional way.

You see… all of us go through the pain of labor in our own unique way!

For me personally motherhood is a gift born in the deepest part of our souls

not in a delivery room.

 

So this post is for every mother…

…For you that have woken up in the middle of the night by the cry of a child,

and for you that go to bed every night crying and wondering if you would ever have one.

This post is for you that at times feels like your identity got lost between bottles, diapers and messes…

and for you that miss the mess and wonder how a home that once was filled with noises today is so quiet and empty.

 This post is dedicated to all of us that see and hope for a better world through the eyes of a child.

For us that eat dinner twice a day.. once at the table and another time while cleaning the plates of our kids.

{ Hmm… that sounds too much like me. }

This post is for us that can relate to this quote bellow…

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This post is for every woman that is a teacher, judge, lawyer, nurse, driver, coach, cheerleader,

chef, maid, daughter, friend,  mother and herself all at the same time.

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This post is for you wonderful moms!

I want to wish you all beautiful mothers a special day…

Please know that you are loved, that you are needed, that you are incredible…

know that the world is a better place because of you!

 

Happy Mother’s Day!

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{ I love this picture of my mama and I }

 

Desirée

 

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