After years of being taken care of
Of being a child
Of being your mothers daughter
You suddenly find that you have also become a mother
No planning or teaching can prepare you for that day
When you first hold your child in your arms.
You look down at the tiny person put in your arms,
You look at the face, the fingers and toes.
You touch the skin, and hold it close.
You close your eyes and say a silent prayer
That God has seen both of you safe through the pain and tears.
Sleepless nights, worry, tears and fears
These are just a few in the early years,
Pain and strain go hand in hand
When your little one begins to stand.
Every fall every cry feels like someone stabbed you with a knife
Throughout the years you feel the same
And it will continue throughout their lives.
Like a never ending game
They will grow and change your dreams,
Challenge your words and sometimes scream
But whatever they do you continue to love
What can beat a mother’s love?
You defend them from friends and enemies
Help them as best you can
Train and guide is all you can do
Show them that they have God beside them too
And when your job is good and done
You smile when they make you a Gran.