What They Don’t Tell You
Dedicated to a mother’s strong yet fragile heart that holds limitless love for her child.
The days roll into weeks, the week into months
And before you realize,
Your newborn transitions into an infant
And your infant into a toddler,
But your heart is never prepared to let go of the past moments
Because they make your life fuller.
They tell you to eat and sleep well
To take care of the baby,
But they don’t tell you how to take care
Of your fragile mom heart
When one day you suddenly realize
It’s no longer the same story.
They don’t tell you when your baby
Will outgrow the onesie
You first picked up at the store,
Or won’t keep still in your arms
With their chest heaving up and down
Because she now wants to do more.
That crib you brought home with so much love
Or that fancy baby bouncer you got
Soon become redundant and merely sit in a corner,
Because your little one needs them not.
But your heart does not know how to handle the change
Because no one prepared you so.
Her first coo, her first babble
All become a memory too soon,
She’s speaking new words, achieving new milestones
And making up her own merry tune
But the mom in you silently weeps
As your baby girl comfortably sleeps.
You quietly wonder how long it’d be
Before she stops coming to you for hugs
Before she wants her own bed and room,
You want to freeze this moment
Maybe even want to go back in time
When she was in your womb.
Yes, a mom’s heart is fragile
Because she holds a love in there
That nothing in the world can measure,
You’ll never know when a moment won’t repeat itself
So, soak in every precious second
For it is your priceless treasure.
Moushumi Sharma Kaul
Moushumi is a communications professional with a background in journalism. She currently works as a consultant for an international non-profit organization. She loves travel, photography and writing poetry, and is currently enjoying the wild ride called motherhood.
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