A friend shared this wonderful poem with me. I was going to save the post until his actual birthday, but found I just couldn't wait. So I'll post it in celebration of his last day of being four years old.Mother
I crave my son as night craves the day. He brings forth in every way, every single piece of my soul, seeping out around me as I go forth in the world forever changed by his love, forever molded by his essence and forever grounded by his being.
He changed me. Not for the better or the worse. He changed me in every imaginable way possible so that I am no longer a woman unto myself but a mother unto the world.
His vision, his soul, his wondering eyes and forgiving heart tell me each and every moment that he is my guide and I am forever lost in his vision. Not lost in shadow but simply no longer a shadow of my former self.
I am his mother. The mother he chose, the mother I promised I would become. I am her now. Standing strong, embracing all that is wrapped in the womb of motherhood. The brilliant sights, sounds, visions, and apothecary of love… in every moment of every day I celebrate the woman he discovered when he was born. The woman that emerged just as he did.
I love her as she is the perfect vision in his eyes and now in her own. I take this not for granted but for my heart to expand and multiply.
