Mature Mommy Meltdown

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 The ABCs of a Mommy Meltdown is a poem I wrote years ago. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original, so I wrote a revised version.

My original was all about the crazy life I was living at the time as a mom with two under two and three elementary-age children, starting my journey of becoming a SAHM. Up until that point, I had always worked. Since I was 13 years old, I had been doing some form of work, whether it was babysitting (I have a very large family; my grandmother on my mom’s side had 11 children) or, once I turned 16, getting an actual, no benefits included, paid job.

Now, my “meltdown” is appearing in a different form. I am starting to have growing pains—the pains of watching my once sweet, cherub-faced babies grow up and become their own person, and it hurts.

Don’t get me wrong. I am a proud momma. I love watching them grow and make choices on their own (whether good or bad; I’ll be there through all that I can). But it all seems to be happening so quickly that I almost can’t keep up.

So here are the ABCs of a Mature Mommy Meltdown.

(As soon as I find the original, I will post it. Cross your fingers I find it, lol. My grandmother once told me I would lose my head if it wasn’t on my shoulders.).

 

Please enjoy, and I hope you can relate to at least a few of the things in the poem! 


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Another day has come and gone

Before you know it, years passed on.

Children grow and grow some more.

Daring to take on the world that lies ahead,

Each day draws closer as time is winding by,

Fears of missing moments, I cannot lie.

Given that time is a tricky thing,

Heaven and God only know what it will bring.

I guess I’m just scared of letting go,

Just thinking of what they still may not know.

Knowing that we raised them right

Lightens up my mind at night.

My mind tends to wander from bad to good, from good to bad,

Never failing to add up all the moments we’ve had.

Only if they truly knew how much I care,

Pretending I’m okay, keeping them unaware.

Questioning my reasons for being bolder,

Releasing my grip as they start growing older.

Sending up my prayers, letting go of my worries.

Tiny little feet, I can still hear scurry.

Understanding that one day, they may be sitting here,

Validating everything they have done over their children’s years.

Wishing you could hold every moment tighter

Xeroxing all the moments in your mind, even the ones you thought didn’t matter.

Yes, timing is moving fast; everyone is moving on.

Zenith has been reached in the final hour, so while you’re still here on Earth, take a bow; here are your flowers!




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