Respect Your Mother Poem by Dawn Lochridge

I wanted to be a Mother. I always wanted children just not as a teenager.Those contractions and completions were to much to bare.He owned all my love when I looked into his eyes and so happy he was mine. I begun counting for ten fingers and ten little toes, he was perfect. I was a loving mother and happy he was mine, I had prepared myself to never feel the pain of having another child we lived as a family an I never forgot. I let me guard down and 12 years later I'm with child again.Not only terrified of the memories of the unbearable pain I was to be asingle mother of one an one on the way. I had another little set of eyes looking up at me and begun counting ten fingers and ten little toes. I was overwhelmed and to proud to ask for help, and I caved and my Mother came in to my aid. I worked two jobs and many hours an that is the truth, with every minute free I had free I spent it with my children, I had work and children like any Mother. I made mistakes and as my children grew they begun resenting me for working myself to disability whether we get to the root now or the other reasons they have to say to their Mother, " It take a woman to have a child but takes a Mother to be the woman that has the capability to act like one and others to view you as A Mother. I respect my children and do unto others does not apply to me.The world is much different today, I would never tell my mother such things because it takes a child to become a adult, man or woman and have the respect for your Mother when you have responsibility of children and working to care for them and give them the best.