January 11, (J-11) Mom “Stuff” come’s in 3’s
J-11, was full of surprise
It seems from the moment I opened my eyes
At four in the morning to see my son
Fine tuning his homework and getting it done
He’d been up all night surfing the net
“Have you been to sleep son?” ” No Mom not yet.”
Oh what havoc procrastination wreaks
“How long have you had to do this son?” “About three weeks.”
The afternoon was not much better
My daughter was crying, hmmm…
What could upset her?
“School mom; it’s school.Sometimes it’s pain!”
“So much coming at you, it makes you insane!”
“Well to whom much is given…” I started to say
She cried into my shoulder, where her head lay
“I know mom, I know. But sometimes it’s rough.
“As hard as I try, it seems never enough!”
‘I don’t want to dissapoint you.” She miserably moaned.
“You can’t dissapoint me. Your life’s journey’s your own.
I said, “My life is my life, and your life is yours.”
“We were not all created to choose the same doors,
Of life’s opportunities, varied and many
Blessings abound, on paths aplenty!”
The evening had more, in store, for sure!
The weight had become a bit much to endure.
A “mini” crisis , the gut wrenching kind
Jerked at my heart, and troubled my mind.
No mom, ever, wants to see her child suffer
To save them from harm, we become the buffer
We throw ourselves in front of the bus
So they won’t get hit, we sacrifice us
Sometimes, we must stop and realize
Things happen in life to catch us by surprise
What God has in store we don’t always know
It takes sunshine and rain to make flowers grow
And sometimes manure to enrich the soil
Too much “Mom” intervention can ruin and spoil
What God is perfecting in our children’s lives
The harshest conditions can teach them to thrive
Inspite of hardships, set backs, and such
We can give some assistance, but not be a crutch
So I cried my tears, then tucked them away
Crawled back into bed about 2:30(a.m.), I’ll say
Instead of complaining
I’ll trust, praise, and pray.
by Robminx © 2010. All rights reserved. 2010 Poem-a-Day Series by Robminx.