jeny
12-11-2002, 07:51 PM
I confess, I was a totally selfish being before you came,
I confess I thought I loved your Dad as much as any one person can love another,
but I was wrong.
I confess, sometimes late at night I wait for you to wake up, unable to sleep myself until I can bring you to our bed and watch you breathe.
I confess, I am glad you refuse to take a bottle from me, because I don't want to give up nursing.
I may act a little annoyed, but I confess it makes me secretly happy that it's only me you want when you're upset.
I confess, I do think you are the best looking baby I have ever seen...maybe that has ever existed.
I may want you to grow up, but I confess I don't really want to see the day you no longer fit comfortably in my lap with my arms around you.
I confess, I love you more than I love myself. I confess, I love you more than I love God. And I confess that when your aunt says she loves God more than her baby, I know she's a liar.
I confess, I would take every ounce of pain and regret life has to offer upon myself for you to not experience any of it. But I cannot. So I confess that I will cry twice as much as you do for every hurt you get.
I confess, when I watch you stand, alone and not holding onto anything, and your face looks so concentrated wanting to take that step, I want to scoop you into my arms for fear you will learn to walk, and then walk away from me.
I will never be the same, I am a mother.
I confess I thought I loved your Dad as much as any one person can love another,
but I was wrong.
I confess, sometimes late at night I wait for you to wake up, unable to sleep myself until I can bring you to our bed and watch you breathe.
I confess, I am glad you refuse to take a bottle from me, because I don't want to give up nursing.
I may act a little annoyed, but I confess it makes me secretly happy that it's only me you want when you're upset.
I confess, I do think you are the best looking baby I have ever seen...maybe that has ever existed.
I may want you to grow up, but I confess I don't really want to see the day you no longer fit comfortably in my lap with my arms around you.
I confess, I love you more than I love myself. I confess, I love you more than I love God. And I confess that when your aunt says she loves God more than her baby, I know she's a liar.
I confess, I would take every ounce of pain and regret life has to offer upon myself for you to not experience any of it. But I cannot. So I confess that I will cry twice as much as you do for every hurt you get.
I confess, when I watch you stand, alone and not holding onto anything, and your face looks so concentrated wanting to take that step, I want to scoop you into my arms for fear you will learn to walk, and then walk away from me.
I will never be the same, I am a mother.