Mothers

The moment that we breathe
Whether you wanted us or not.
Something stirs inside your heart
 It is over before you start.

We learn your heart, your joys, your depth.
Your hurt, your pain, your wrath.
 We learn strength and grace and keeping on,
 And the most important, how to laugh.

At times you don't know what to say
Or how to make it right.
 But knowing that you stand behind us
That's enough to stay in the fight.

You struggle through those little years
 Piles of diapers, lack of sleep.
 Most everything that shines is dirty
 And when you close your eyes, you weep.

We fail. We fall. We get back up,
Because it's what you taught us how to do.
We want to run before we walk,
 Down a path you would not choose.

 The hard part is trusting God.
 Knowing that you did your best.
 Letting go of what you cherish most.
Taking refuge in His rest.

Thank you for doing the hard things
 In each and every second.
We would not be the people God planned
 Without your guidance, love and affection.

 So when it's hard and you think you can't
 Know that you are loved, cherished and blessed.
 By these people that started out so small
Who know their mother is the very best.