We look at the children God has given us
By birth, adoption or marriage
And we stand in awe
Why were we chosen to love these?
How were we so blessed?
And where did the chubby hands and faces go?
The sibling rivalry?
(I sure don’t miss that)
The toothless grins and grubby feet?
Where did they go?
They now reside in tiny little bodies called
There’s nothing like your children crying out for Mama in the middle of a scary moment
And there is nothing like a grandchild squealing with delight when you walk into the room
Melts my heart
Now the kids are grown and have children of their own
What’s a Mama to do?
I love being Nana
But I’m still Mama
I want my children to know that I will ALWAYS be Mama
Even when they are old and grey
And I am older and purple :)
I want them to know that I will always be their biggest fan
The loudest cheerleader
The softest shoulder
And their greatest defender
I want them to know that I don’t say these things to make me sound like the Mother of the Year
I say them because
Forever and Always
I Love You