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Even now as I sit in school,

My future constantly in mind,

I dream and ponder what I want,

And am surprised at what I find.

With all my dreams and all my goals,

I somehow expect another,

For truly all I care to do,

Is start a family and become a Mother.

I know I can do it,

I have no doubts I know how,

I feel I will be a great Mom,

Now let me show you how.

First of all as much as I want it,

I know I must wait,

I know enough to understand,

The responsibilities will be great.

And though I am mature,

In age, size and belief,

I have experienced both a life of happiness,

And a life of grief.

Though it is my goal,

To have kids of my own,

Motherhood to me,

Is not necessarily the unknown.

Let me explain first,

The two lives I lived,

Where I cared for my sisters and I,

Where I experienced all the ups and downs in life as a kid.

I had two parents,

Both absent in their ways,

Mom was addicted,

Dad worked night and day.

But this is no tale of woe,

No, this was just my life,

This is where I gained the experience,

That will explain how motherhood for me is right.

Picture this: a world where Mom was gone,

Where sisters became daughters,

Because at work,

Would always be Father.

Where at the age of eight,

As I attended elementary school,

I also cooked, I cleaned, and I baby-sat,

The home ran under my rule.

Six in the morning,

Time to wake up and get ready,

Breakfast is served and lunch is made,

Our schedule always stayed steady.

It was just us three,

To school, to class,

They followed me,

They depended on me to pass.

When we were late,

I wrote us the note,

I signed it for us,

I said it was our dad that had wrote.

The bell would ring,

We would return home,

I was never without the sisters,

They could not be left alone.

Hungry again,

I gave them snack food,

Then “helped” with their homework,

And did the many chores to do.

Late it would get,

Fixing dinner for us four to be fed,

Dad gets home and we eat,

Then some cleaning and off to bed.

But this was the good life,

I liked being the one to care and protect,

I liked being looked up at,

It gave my life purpose and me respect.

For the other life I lived,

I also did many things,

But rather than Father at work,

Mother was missing.

Home alone us three would sit,

Wait for dinner, but rarely it came,

Next day would come,

School food was always the same.

Then home we would go,

And sit by the door,

Hoping someone would be there,

And we wouldn’t be ignored.

School we missed a lot,

Even though I did fine,

Places we lived were too many,

For too little a time.

But the years we spent,

Living with Mother,

Where few and short,

Until finally we went to Father.

Which is why I did what I did,

Because there was no one else to watch,

Over my sisters and I for 12 hours a day,

While my dad worked a lot.

To provide us a home,

And a life worth living,

He gave us a home,

A home worth giving.

I don’t hate my parents,

For not being there,

I know Dad had to work,

But sometimes not having a mother didn’t seem fair.

Years I spent,

Being the Mom,

To me and my sisters,

While our mom was gone.

Through these years,

I rarely was sad,

But there were things I saw,

That I wished we had.

When I watched my friends,

Hug their moms,

As they ate there mother-made lunches,

And sang their mother-taught songs.

I only wished that,

Someone else took the responsibility and blame,

And that my sisters and I,

Could have a Mother to care for us the same.

But then I never would,

Have had the life I had,

And my life,

Wasn’t all that bad.

I want to be a real Mom,

And be to them,

A caring Mother,

Like I tried to be to my sisters way back when.

So why from this story of my younger years,

Should you believe that I am just right,

To fill the role of a Mother,

For the rest of my life?

That I will give all my attention,

To whom I give life,

That I will be fair and forgiving,

In both times nasty and nice.

I’m not asking you to simply believe all that I say,

Or to completely understand,

I’m kindly inviting you to look through my eyes,

And let me show you that I will do all I can.

The best thing I’ve learned over time,

Is how important it is to show you care,

For words will be lost and fights be forgotten,

But never the comfort of knowing you will always be there.

Though I know I can do it on my own,

My kids deserve better than the life I have known.

One where yes they have everything,

Cupboards never bare,

Yes there’s a place to live,

But where Mom and Dad are always there.

Feeding and clothing,

Watching and seeing,

Frustrated and tired,

Alone and being…

A daughter, a sister,

A mother-like-figure,

All my life,

I’ve lived being one or the other.

The difference I will make,

When I have my kids,

Is try not to make all the mistakes,

My parents unfortunately did.

I will make them their meals,

Kiss them goodnight,

Always be there,

Always do them right.

Sometimes I will have to punish them,

When they are selfish and wrong,

Then make it all better,

And sing them the mother-made songs.

Sometimes I wish that I could be,

A daughter of three,

Instead of the mother,

Of two and me.

But from my life,

And experiences I’ve lived,

I could not possibly regret,

What my childhood had to give.

I am proud to say,

And I am proud to prove,

That when it is time,

I will be the person my kids will look up to.

It’s not about if they like you,

It’s not about if life is fair,

It’s about the love and the time,

It’s about always being there.

This story is one to reflect on,

And to see,

That from my life,

I know how to be,

A sister, a mother,

Someone who will care,

Mentally and physically,

Prepared to always, always be there.