Poem: On motherhood

nobody tells you, or if they do point out

that it's gonna be hard, you kind of think

"Well, I'm ready and prepared."

but the truth is... you have no idea

how hard it's gonna be

how the world is gonna change

how you're gonna look back and won't recognize

your old self anymore; you're lost

in this space where you miss your past

but don't really know who you have become

regretting all the worries you had,

because now they seem small and unimportant

wishing you'd enjoyed and achieved more,

because now those goals you had

are on hold, and plans change by the minute

everybody else is making you feel guilty

because they idealize motherhood,

but you know there are days

where you'd like an hour by yourself,

or even just a moment to catch your breath

but most days that won't happen,

especially if nobody has your back

or you feel too selfish to ask for help,

because you'd feel guilty for not

enjoying this ideal picture

and you didn't think how lonely it can get

it takes all of you to take care of a baby

drastically growing in front of your eyes

you can't help but wonder "when did this happen?"

and how the time flies, wishing you could go back

and relive some moments, like the moment they were born,

when they smiled at you for the first time, laughed for no reason,

sought comfort in your arms and hugged you real tight...

it's you they know and have known all their little lives

you are their world and you try as you know how

nobody is born to be a perfect parent

we all learn as we go through

nobody is ready for the bond that starts growing,

for the love you feel and the days you never thought

would be like this, but the sad or happy truth is

whatever you are going through, this too shall pass

and become a memory, and as they say "it will be hard,

but it will be worth it."

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