Fourteen years ago, I became a mother and life began for both of us.I never wanted to be a mother until I became one and then it was all I wanted to be.
When all the other "new mommies" were worrying about what the absolute best brand of diapers to use were and when Junior would roll over, my mind was on more long range things. What kind of man would he grow up to be? Could I be both mother and father to him?What kind of role model could I be for him?
The little stuff is pointless. Diapers get thrown away or washed out. When a child rolls over ,it never makes it on a college transcript. To live in the here and now doesn`t mean focus on the irrelevant. It means rejoicing in the milestones as they happen - not jotting them down on the calendar or to use as brag material to recite at next week`s playgroup.
Making sure that living in the here and now and that what I do in the here and now has a lasting impression on my children - that`s what I live for. That`s what life is about.
Worrying about the future is something else I`ve realized is pointless. I hope that my son grows up to be a good man who uses his talents and ability wisely.I hope he`s kind and gentle with the women he loves. I hope he succeeds at whatever he decided to do. What more can I do than hope? I armed him with the tools, I gave him all the gifts of myself, I taught him what I know...the rest is in his hands...or Fate`s. Regardless, I will be here to lend support and guidance where it`s wanted and I promise I will be strong enough to turn away and bite my tongue when it`s not wanted.
You, who are on the road,
Must have a code that you can live by
And so, become yourself,
Because the past is just a good bye
Teach your children well,
Their father`s hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they pick’s, the one you`ll know by
Don`t you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you
And you, of tender years,
Can`t know the fears that your elders grew by
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die
Teach your parents well,
Their children`s hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams,
The one they pick’s, the one you`ll know by
Don`t you ever ask them why,
If they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you
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