Before I Was a Mom

I  made and ate hot meals.

I had unstained clothing.

I had quiet conversation on the phone.

 

I slept and ate as i wanted and never worried about

How late i go to bed. I brushed my hair and teeth everyday.

I go out and come in whenever i like.

 

I had never been puked on, spit on, chewed on or

Pinched by tiny fingers.

I had complete control over my thoughts, my body, my mind.

I slept all night.

 

I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests,

Or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up

Late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

 

I never held a sleeping baby just because i dont want to put it down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when i could not stop the hurt.

I never knew something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a mom.

 

I didnt learn how to change diapers.

I didnt learn how to sing lullaby nor how to rock an infant to sleep

 

I didnt know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didnt know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didnt know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didnt know that something small could make me feel important.

 

I had never gotten up every ten minutes, in the middle of the night,

To make sure that all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy,

The love, the heartache, the wonderfulness, or the satisfaction of being a mom.

I didnt know i was capable of feeling so much, before I was a mom.

 

Meditate on Isaiah 49:15

 

 



8 thoughts on “Before I Was a Mom” by Aderonke Daramola (@Shovey)

  1. It’s almost a crime no one has commented on this. I am not a crier but i felt tears well up in my eyes as i read this. I especially loved the line about the feeling of one’s heart outside of one’s body. I guess every mom loves their kids passionately and would do anything for them. Thanks for this tribute.
    @ivie9ja, @ufuomaotebele, @olajumoke, @vickyoziwrites, come take a look at this

  2. This is lovely @Shovey. I have four children and I can completely relate. There is just one thing: line 6, I would put “went out” instead of “go out”.
    Great job!

  3. Rhoiy (@Roy-journals)

    This is beautiful. I watched my mum nurture my youngest brother, and cried along with her when he nearly died. I watched her unconsciously lose herself to satisfy our needs. I believe I can say I understand this. This is totally beautiful.

  4. Really relatable @shovey.
    I’m not a poet and can’t possibly comment on your style but I like this.
    I know what it feels like to have your heart like that when you can’t fix what’s hurting them. I experienced one of those moment yesterday when my daughter told me a boy in her class used a racist term to describe her. And she said “I’m sad, Mum.”
    I went to the school and demanded something be done. This is probably the point where I add I am pretty laid-back and not the type to make demands but this is not the case where it comes to my child.
    One thing, your I should always be capitalised. Spit should be spat.
    Well done.

  5. I totally relate.

  6. @folakemiemem-akpan Awww I’m overwhelmed by your comment, you’re most welcome ma’am. Thanks for your time in reading cum dropping a note .@roy-journals I appreciate the time taken in reading, one like for your comment *winks* @jefsaraurmax I love your comment and thanks for the correction @olajumoke thanks a bunch,I love how you gave ur comment from experience; all errors corrected are noted. @nalongo thanks for stopping by. I’m calling on my ogas @ the top: @ameenaedrees @ufuomaotebele @ivie9ja @innoalifa @dee‘shive @kycee’stales check this out.

  7. This piece is awesome. I didnt even get the notifications that you all tagged me. I wonder whats up with my notifications, I’m glad I decided to read it though. You forgot one thing. I never knew I could turn into a raging animal lol. If anyone ever tried to hurt my child intentionally I am certain I will end up in prison. lol. The magnitude of a mothers love or of motherhood can harldy be put into words but you my dear have certainly come close. Well done @shovey

    1. well said @ivie9ja. In the past, I used to feel such love for my mother and then my husband that i knew, still know i will gladly lay my life for theirs. When i stared having children though, i knew, still know that i will not only die for them, but kill for them as well, hell be damned,

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