Beautifully said...

A poem I found as I was going through some paperwork this week....

I've been asked it I feel different, if I'm a "real" Mom.

I assure you, I am a real Mom.

When my children are hurt, I cry real tears.

When I see joy on their faces, I smile a real smile.

We laugh together, real laughs.

I defend them like a lioness.

I stand guard over their hearts and nothings gets past me.

While they sleep, I watch.

I look at their hands, and eyes, and expressions, and I see me.

My love is immeasurable.

I hold on to these moments of life, my heart records it all inside.

My children are exact answers to prayer.

There's nothing I'd change.

I've been given more than I could have ever even dreamed of.

My children are signed masterpieces, signed with God's own hand.

I've seen an awesome God through my children.

If I'd been asked I'd have taken the pain of childbirth for them.

But, instead God made it a birth of the heart.

I'm the natural Mom, it was a lifelong plan.

I'm righteously proud. I've been given first prize.

Anything else I do pales at the blessing of being their Mom.

I'd live content to just sit and watch their every moment.

They should walk tall, for they are valued above all else.

Well, maybe I do feel different.

If it's different, it's more.

Janice LaRosa