The Day I Became your Mama
My oldest child, my twin, and the one I’ve sometimes wanted to bust in the chin.
Sarcasm, or na?
See what I did there. A rhyme for you.
I bet you don’t have the slightest clue, but it’s true, God gave me you!
You were the one who made me a Mama, more than 25 years ago.
I was a mere 20 something years old, when you came.
You were a gift from God, ain’t he good!
You my daughter, bring joy to my day, come what may. Many times lighting my way.
Your gorgeous smile, your sparkling green eyes. Believe it or not, when I look at you, I still see that little brown haired girl, with a twirl in her hair.
My little Pocahontas!
I can close my eyes and picture your little hand that I held long ago.
You see, God had you planned just for me. Even when we disagree.
I knew the minute I laid eyes on you, I had a best friend for life.
My dear Katybug, you didn’t disappoint.
You have been that and so much more.
Your calmness and ability to go with the flow, was uncanny, unknowing to us our future path.
It’s hard to put into words all the things I feel for you.
All parents love their children, but YOU, I was given the stars and moon the day I became your Mama.
The little girl that you were and the woman you have become, is a force to be reckoned with. Your tenacity for life is remarkable and fierce.
You now, are about to become a Mama yourself, and I’ll be promoted to grandma status. What??
How can that be? I closed my eyes and the last time I checked, you were just three.
Katybug, you have been everything that my dreams had for you.
Your heart is so simple and pure, often times wearing it right on your sleeve. All because you believe.
You my dear are so worthy, and deserving of all things good.
Always remember, I think I can, I think I could..
I cherish every minute I have with you.
Remember our walk to the abyss?? Muddy flip flops, in the dark. Many walks in a park. I could forever be lost listening to you talk.
My Katy, my person, I could go on and on, but I’ll end right here with the words to a song.
I hope you dance: by Leanne Wommack
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I HOPE YOU DANCE!
I’ll love you forever, and like you for always
Mama
Written by, Luanne Helms
Luanne Helms lives in Opelika, Alabama with her husband, Jason Helms and her 19 year old son Jake. Luanne is the Area coordinator for the Autism society of Alabama for East Alabama.
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