What is it that she sees?
Dark rings of endless nights
Tear stains of angry moments that cannot be undone
Slumped in defeat by love’s exhaustion
Dimples, and pimples, and wrinkles alike.
The lines of life been born, like a forest of marks,
stretch across her body with roots entwined.
Youth forever gone…
Moments of doubt creep slowly in,
threatening all the time to break her resolve.
Left with only a slight and faint sight,
of faith and purpose, and dreams once clear and bright.
Then two little eyes look up…
look deep into her soul,
stretched wide in wonder and love.
Arms outstretched too!
Warmth, belonging, and safety lies here within.
What has she done?
Her thoughts and feelings seem none…
What does she see?
The dimples, and pimples, and wrinkles alike,
the lines stretched out, the map of life,
now smile back at her in those little eyes.
Her reflection is her,
her reflection is him,
her reflection is life…
and it is beautiful!’
A poem, written to all mothers, sometimes we feel invisible, unloved, and lost. Sometimes we look around and see nothing. No achievements, dreams, or aspirations, but I am here to tell you, that you are worthy, you are incredible, and your achievements far outweigh what the physical world can give you. Your achievements look up to you, love, cuddle, and aspire to be you.
It might not always feel like it, on those exhausting dark days. It might not always feel like it when you feel lost, reprimanding yourself for feeling like you have failed. It might not feel like it right now, I get that, I think that too, often. But, know this. You are indeed a beautiful inspiration.