Tuesday, June 22, 2010
What I Would Give
Reading through works of a bereaved mother, Stephanie Paige Cole, who turned the loss of her daughter count in a much bigger way, I stumbled upon a poem she wrote that spoke of exactly how I feel about mothers in general.
I have yet to be a mother of a living child though I feel the alienation of a mother with an angel child. I wish for no one to experience this enigmatic pain.
I do not resent mothers who have living children, quite the opposite actually. Lucky is the word I'd use. Oh how lucky they are. I can just imagine the joy and pride they feel for having the chance to nurture and raise their miracles. How privileged they are!
What I would give to experience sleepless nights cradling my child in my arms, lulling him to sleep. Waking up early in the morning and ready him to school. To be there for him throughout his growing years. The future that will never be.
Do you grumble about how difficult it is to be a mother with children to raise? Oh how lucky you are!
Why I Cannot Join A Moms Group
Stephanie Paige Cole
Surrounded by women
With children in their arms
On their laps
Circling their legs
I belong and I don't
I meet the criteria to be in this club
With a little one balanced on my hip
Playing with my hair
It is a typical mom conversation
What foods have you introduced?
Is he sleeping through the night?
Anyone thinking about having a second?
That's not what’s on my mind
There's a little girl laughing in the corner
She would be just her age
Now I am choking on thoughts
That I cannot turn to words
I will not allow myself to cry here
But I miss her I miss her I miss her
You will alienate yourself
You will be the-woman-with-the-dead-baby
You will not make new friends
I repeat it until I accept it
I chat about teething
I go home and cry
Yes he’s sleeping through the night
He likes pears and avocado
And we’re starting to think about having another
But that would be our third.
And you don’t realize how good you have it
There are things worse than sleepless nights
with cranky infants
There are sleepless nights alone
Labels:
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Mama,
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I just stumbled across this site and what a surprise to see my own words on the screen! I am so honored that you have included my poem, and though I am so sorry that you could relate to this I am touched that you connected with it. Send me an email if you get a chance, I would love to include your little one on the Sweet Pea Babies page, if you are interested.
ReplyDeletepeace
Stephanie
Stephanie@sweetpeaproject.org
www.sweetpeaproject.org
Hello Stephanie, thank you for checking out our blog. Yes thank you for the words. Your poem truly connected with me as with the other poems you wrote. You have the gift of words and it is a pleasure to see a lot of our emotions translated into words through your writing.
ReplyDeleteLike I mentioned in your blog, I look forward to reading your book very soon. Thank you for sharing your most intimate thoughts and feelings to help other bereaved parents. Through your artistic interpretations, you have already helped a lot in our/their own journey through grief.
I am touched that you thought of including our son at your Sweet Pea Babies page, it would be our pleasure. Thank you. I will be sending you an email soon.
I wish you and your family all the best Stephanie.
Mama Jet