May 13, 2012

• Happy Mother’s Day

  They Call Me Momma

  They wake
  The moment sunlight
  Begins to light the room
  They are anxious
  To begin each day
  And they call me Momma

  They holler for juice
  For just about everything
  They even play
  Let’s make a deal
  And they call me Momma

  They call me Momma
  I call them my children
  Or monkeys
  Or trouble
  Above all
  I call them precious
  And they teach me a lot.

  They illustrate truths
  Help mold my character
  They hug me
  They remind me
  Of things when I forget
  And they call me Momma

  They call me Momma
  Many times throughout the day
  And though it might
  Make one crazy
  It’s the best feeling to know
  I am their Momma
  God entrusted them to me
  (How scary for them)

  They call me Momma
  And I am proud
  To own the title!
   

  – helmschick

  This is a poem I wrote a few years ago in honor of being a Momma. A few things have changed. They don’t so much holler for juice anymore. Now it’s more like, “Can I play xbox?”, “Can I have a soda?”. Before long it will be “Can I go out with my friends?”, “Can I borrow the car?”. So not ready for that!

  I am so blessed to be a mom. My kids are awesome.

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