I wonder as I rock my babe to sleep,
Did my own mother ever feel this way?
As she asked the Lord my little soul to keep,
And held me at the ending of the day.
Did she look down at me and shake her head,
And pinch herself, and say “whose child are you?”
I’m sure she dreamed, those dreams that most girls dream,
But did she feel “grown up” when they came true?
Did she teach me important things in life,
Like how to cook and clean and hang a shelf,
The things I’d need to know to be a wife,
While learning how to be a wife herself?
As she was planting seeds of faith in me,
Was she appealing to the Lord above,
To strengthen hers, and help her unbelief,
And teach her how to live, and how to love?
I think I know the answer, even though,
When I was young, I didn’t have a clue.
Perhaps it’s God’s design that kids don’t know,
They’re watching their own parents grow up too…
Edit: I just realized after posting this that it could possibly seem like I was feeling negative about life and motherhood. That wasn’t where I was coming from at all. I adore my little ones and love being a mommy and a wife.
It’s just that I pictured myself being a lot more grown up at almost 30. I can’t possibly be the only one. 😅🤷♀️