My child, when you are grown and wise and free,
Remember, Mom's just human, plain to see.
Not God above, but earthly, flawed and real,
I learned from mistakes, the stumbles that I feel.
When you arrived, my life was upside down,
I didn't know how to hold you, little one,
Or feed you right, or soothe your tiny frown.
I learned with you, each moment, slow and new,
Felt unprepared, though I had waited long for you.
I wondered how my own mom made it seem so light,
While I fumbled through the day and through the night.
I did my best, the love I had to give,
Though maybe other moms more brightly live.
I loved you deeply, with all my heart and soul,
And gave you what I thought would make you whole.
But when you're older, and you understand,
Don't put me on a pedestal, so grand.
Remember, flaws are part of who I am,
Forgive the times I didn't meet your plan.
Perhaps you'll wonder why I brought you here,
But darling child, forgive, and have no fear.
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