looking for light and tolerance
dark ball sitting in stomach’s pit
longing to direct willing youth
warn them away from mistakes
made when tired was unknown
womb not heavy with experience
mother’s worry that well-worn paths
still hold sharp stones that wound
young men not compliant types
to boyhood warnings and direction
throw caution as broken boomerang
laughing at monsters under beds
no need for bandages on scrapes
as life chisels and defines into
the men they are meant to be
January 7th, 2010 at 12:12 am
It is hard being a mother. So hard!
January 7th, 2010 at 8:05 am
It sure can be. Worth it though.
January 7th, 2010 at 2:35 am
Lovely.
January 7th, 2010 at 8:05 am
Thank you.
January 7th, 2010 at 8:22 am
I have often reflected on the amazing gap (apparently) between how a father cares and a mother worries, not that either parent necessarily does more or less, but it certainly seems to be harder to be a mother! And you are right Jaymie, despite everything, it is worth it!
January 7th, 2010 at 8:38 am
It’s strange, I thought the mom gig was easy until it came time to let go. Can we say control issues? 😆
January 7th, 2010 at 8:42 am
Amazing capture of parenthood, Jaymie. Love this!
January 7th, 2010 at 9:46 am
Some days are easier than others, lol. Thank you Darc.
January 7th, 2010 at 10:29 am
Happy New Year!
January 7th, 2010 at 10:56 am
Happy New Year Era!!
January 7th, 2010 at 10:38 am
I am a chronic worrier…and that is with a girl…if I had a boy…oh my heart would explode w/ worry…lol
great poem…
January 7th, 2010 at 10:58 am
Wasn’t so bad until I had to start letting go. 🙂
January 7th, 2010 at 11:40 am
you always impress me with your unique theme and
sense-making flow,
everything is meant to be,
just like you, meant to be where you are,
happy, inspiring, and winsome.
January 7th, 2010 at 4:29 pm
Wow, thank you J! I guess I make the best me, lol.
January 7th, 2010 at 12:20 pm
Beautiful words, nicely written!
January 7th, 2010 at 4:30 pm
Motherhood…it continues to be a learning experience.
January 7th, 2010 at 1:38 pm
even a not-mother can read the worry in the words and understands the angst of loving one we can’t protect.
January 7th, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Thank you J. I wish there was a manual attached to each of my sons. :-)Come to think of it, they probably found them and hid them from me! 😆
January 7th, 2010 at 2:06 pm
Well, I have my kids at home right now, but when they leave….I will be a wreck! I am one of those old fashioned Italian mom’s who thinks the worst, but wants the best. I am learning to adjust, so when they do leave….I should be better about it. Hope they do not move toooo far away, or I may have to follow them! LOL 🙂
January 7th, 2010 at 4:40 pm
Mine are home for now due to finances. They can’t quite make it on their own incomes yet. It is really challenging to let them mature when they are still home. My husband keeps reminding me how hard it will be when they move away. Right now I’m more concerned with them laughing when I threaten a time out! 😉
January 8th, 2010 at 10:30 am
Tooo funny! 🙂
January 8th, 2010 at 12:22 pm
I might just have to find somewhere to put myself for time out. 😉
January 7th, 2010 at 4:18 pm
I’m so protective when it comes to my nephew and when he’s around me he acts like a 3 year old and he’s 7… Parenthood seems like the hardest job but the most rewarding, I hope to experience it soon.
Beautiful writing honey.
January 7th, 2010 at 4:41 pm
It is rewarding but letting go is hard. Was so happy to see your name appear! Hope all is well.
January 7th, 2010 at 4:45 pm
Great thoughts, your words flow like nectar, sweet to the taste.
Reminds me of something I once read, I cant recall the author…
“On the edge of tomorrow they pause……..
I am the artist, the typist, I did my best for them”
January 7th, 2010 at 4:51 pm
U.A. Fanthorpe (did a quick google) – thank you for the insight and a point to another poet to discover.
January 7th, 2010 at 5:32 pm
I take it a young one is in the process of leaving the nest or before too long. The time could be from really soon to quite a few years away, but mothers have the most difficult job in the world. They are so intuitive and anticipatory of children and future lives, that worry is the only way to handle it. Mothers worry for all children, even some that are not their own. The child can even be a 50-yr. old man! I’m not going to mention any names though! 😉
January 7th, 2010 at 5:50 pm
Please don’t…lol. And maybe both of them sometime this year. We will have to see how things go.
January 7th, 2010 at 5:33 pm
Wow…I absolutely fell in love with your blog–The flow of your poetry, the originality behind your work, the feeling and emotion–I love it!!! I would love it if I could subscibe to your blog. Is there a way I can do that?
I just started blogging, and I’m making plenty of “blogging buddies” along the way. Thanks for sharing your posts!!!
Bye for now,
Rania Abuisnaineh
January 7th, 2010 at 5:53 pm
Thank you Rania, I’m glad you enjoyed your visit. I’m not very good with subscription questions. I think you use your reader to subscribe. I’ll see if I can figure out how to add a button. I’ll be over to visit soon.
J
January 7th, 2010 at 7:42 pm
Oh man. Thinking of a womb heavy with experience. What an awesome description. This is just amazing. It’s so hard to know when to let go when the only thing you want to do is hold on and protect.
January 7th, 2010 at 10:32 pm
I couldn’t think of another way to describe it. According to my mom the letting go never gets easy.
January 8th, 2010 at 11:36 am
I stumbled across your blog from someone
else’s site and I’m just blown away by
this first piece that I read. It resonates
with me so deeply at the moment. Just wow.
I love it.
January 8th, 2010 at 12:23 pm
Ah, must be a mom. 😉 Welcome!
January 9th, 2010 at 2:45 am
This really hit home with me – My now 4 year old is finally finding his vocabulary and starting to define his reality separately from mine. It’s kind of wild – kind of scary. He is starting to become himself! I got used to “our world” and now it’s becoming “his world” touching upon “my world.”
Definitely not for the faint of heart. Beautifully written, Jaymie.
January 9th, 2010 at 10:41 am
They don’t tell you this part when you sign up. 😆
January 9th, 2010 at 9:58 am
the pit in the stomach vs. the ancient recognition of the path, the meant to be’ness of it all…ain’t it grand?! shooo…some days it’s just a roller coaster ride! your poetry just opens me up so wonderfully. awesome feast here…
January 9th, 2010 at 10:42 am
Always welcome at the table. 🙂
January 9th, 2010 at 3:41 pm
As a mother of boys… this one hit home…
Thanks Jaymie…
January 9th, 2010 at 4:18 pm
Letting them become is a challenge but well worth the ride. 🙂
January 15th, 2010 at 12:14 pm
You make me think of my mother! I realize I must give her, her due – for raising a difficult and stubborn me! I love those last two lines… the concept of life shaping us, and of letting things be.
January 15th, 2010 at 2:07 pm
It makes being a mom tough. 😉