Thoughts on becoming a mother
There are women that become mothers without effort,
Without thought,
Without patience or loss
And though they are good mothers and love their children,
I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics,
Or money or that I have read more books,
But because I have struggles and toiled for this child.
I have longed and I have waited.
I have cried and prayed.
I have endure and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life,
The people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle everyday for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of my child,
Knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him,
And that I am NOT
waking to another tenperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dreams.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense;
That god has given me this insight,
This special vision with which I look upon my child that my friends will not see.
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to,
Or a child that God leads me to.
I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a bettermother for all that I have endure.
I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend, and sister because I know pain.
I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body,
I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time,
I stood tall.
I have prevailed,
I have succeeded,
I have won.
So now, when others hurt around me.
I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort.
I see it, I mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen and even though I cannot make it better,
I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immerse power of another hand holding tight to mine,
Of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard.
I have learned compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes, I will be a wonderful mother.
"taken from : trinigirl2010(ivillage member)"
My Intention is just to share, sorry if it offense any party.
BTW meet : Nur Najwa Janatulnaim binti Abdullah
Nur Najwa Jannatulnaim bt Abdullah ( 3 bulan ) . Ditinggalkan ibu kandung seorang Indonesia beragama Kristian dan di Islamkan oleh ibu angkat dia Ibu Fadzilah, Pengurusi Rumah Anak Anak Yatim An Nur Maisarah.
Hati sangat terpaut dengan Najwa tapi dia dah ade keluarga. Jika tidak, saya mungkin tak mampu lepaskan dia. Insyaallah rezeki saya akan tiba nanti. Amin Ya Rabbal Alamin.
4 comments:
awwwwwww kalau aku pun aku dah culik Najwa niii! btw like the poem so much!!
i've shared the poem in my blog some time ago and each time baca tu confirm nangis la.
by the way... najwa is so cute!!!
alamak...ape pasal budak najwa ni comel sgt pulak???? haih!!!! eh poem ini tacing pulak...telah agak menitis airmata ye..
jay and aini : yes,,,she is so adorable. bile saya cakap kat najwa "ikut mummy balik nak?" lepas tu dia gelak.wah syoknyer rasa;-). NVM, satu hari nnt ade anak sendiri insyaallah.
mira, owh ye ke. tetibe terjumpa poem ni. sangat touching kan.
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