I am a woman first.
I wonder if I’ll always feel like a teenager.
I hear EVERYTHING.
I see the feelings in little faces.
I want to not lose that.
I am a proud mom.

I pretend upon request.
I feel (too) deeply.
I touch the curls, the sweat, the little toes.
I worry about everything,
I cry less than I used to.
I am complicated.

I understand more than I used to.
I say more than I used to.
I dream of big things.
I try to be my best.
I hope to teach them to be theirs.
I am a proud woman.

mother's day 2015

Linking up with Elaine and Angela for Old School Blogging this week!