A Mother's Crown
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Being tugged by little hands
So my heart may fall
And be caught by the tiniest fingers
I wear my crown proudly
ButI never forget to adjust theirs
Which sits upon their curly, soft hair
Upholding their sovereign royalty
When the days are darkest
And the tears are falling freely
Their voice brings me smiles and relief
They don’t know they keep me strong
I may not be a 1950s suburban housewife
Cooking a hot meal for a husband after he’s had a long day at work
I may not fit society’s idea of a good mom
I get angry, I make mistakes, and I cuss up a storm
To them though I am their perfect mom
Someone who plays with them and encourages their dreams,
Celebrates achievements, and
Kisses the worst of boo-boos away
The world’s opinion of me doesn’t matter
There never will be a perfect mom
Society doesn’t change that nor does systematic opinions
All that matters is that when it comes to my children, they know they are
loved
A mother isn’t a woman whose never cried real tears
It isn’t a manufactured archetype that Hallmark churns out cards for every
May
A mother is a woman who breathes hope and life into her children
A woman who sets a strong foundation
You cannot tell me thatI am not a good mother because I have struggled
I am a good mother for learning through impossible life lessons
And your opinions and assumptions and unsolicited advice could never tilt
my crown
Only I can determine my worth
I say all that to say this:
I never gave up, I never gave in;
I’ve loved them before I knew them
I’ll love them after I’m gone
I live for the lessons they teach me,
The moments of tears and joy
The greatest feelings in life are held
In the tiniest of hands
I am still a Queen, I am still their mother
