Creative Corner
One Mama’s Perspective
September 16, 2020
Sarah Lee Palmer
I remember hearing your heartbeat.
I remember not understanding how you were someone I'd actually get to meet.
It all seems so surreal as you're hidden in my womb.
You're out of sight but never out of mind. Your kicks and squirms keeping me awake at all hours as I think of you all of the time.
My stomach grows and my body changes. My skin stretches to write the story of my new season. Motherhood is in my blood now. Transition is churning in my stomach. Even with fear of the unknown, my love for you keeps me anxiously awaiting.
Creeping in is self-doubt in my ability to raise you as you deserve, but yet I love you so much I can not even put it to words.
All my emotions all mixed up in my heart as I prepare to welcome you into my arms.
What will our story be like? Will you have my nose or my eyes? What will our love be like? I can't believe I will live with you in my life.
Our journey thus far has been like no other. So it will stay. A perfectly imperfect, unique story. Yours and mine. No one will understand you like I will work to. No one will soothe you like the way I will tend to you.
We have a life of mountains and valleys ahead of us. We have milestones and tears racing down our checks as we weep and feel our emotions so very deep; all of these moments so far before us, just waiting to greet us as we pass them by.
This is the very beginning and I'm so wrapped up in giving you all that you need. I may not be able to give you
everything, no matter my baby, I can promise you, you will always have me.
Soon, we will meet. Soon we will see, life as it's meant to be. You and me.
I remember not understanding how you were someone I'd actually get to meet.
It all seems so surreal as you're hidden in my womb.
You're out of sight but never out of mind. Your kicks and squirms keeping me awake at all hours as I think of you all of the time.
My stomach grows and my body changes. My skin stretches to write the story of my new season. Motherhood is in my blood now. Transition is churning in my stomach. Even with fear of the unknown, my love for you keeps me anxiously awaiting.
Creeping in is self-doubt in my ability to raise you as you deserve, but yet I love you so much I can not even put it to words.
All my emotions all mixed up in my heart as I prepare to welcome you into my arms.
What will our story be like? Will you have my nose or my eyes? What will our love be like? I can't believe I will live with you in my life.
Our journey thus far has been like no other. So it will stay. A perfectly imperfect, unique story. Yours and mine. No one will understand you like I will work to. No one will soothe you like the way I will tend to you.
We have a life of mountains and valleys ahead of us. We have milestones and tears racing down our checks as we weep and feel our emotions so very deep; all of these moments so far before us, just waiting to greet us as we pass them by.
This is the very beginning and I'm so wrapped up in giving you all that you need. I may not be able to give you
everything, no matter my baby, I can promise you, you will always have me.
Soon, we will meet. Soon we will see, life as it's meant to be. You and me.