With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve done my usual brainstorming of ways to show my mother how much I appreciate her, and I came across this poem titled, “Now that I’m a mother.” Author unknown.

Until I became a Mother,

I did not understand,

The profound sense of love

In a Mother’s heart and hands.

As I whisper, “Mommy loves you,”

I rock my precious child to sleep.

Small perfection in my arms,

Sweet breaths, slow and deep.

I now see me as a baby.

You’re rocking me to sleep.

You whisper, “Mommy loves you.

My heart is yours to keep.”

At last I recognize your love,

As a Mother I now see.

As I hold and love my child,

You feel that love for me.

I will always be your baby,

Despite the years that pass.

You have given me my life,

And a Mother’s heart to last.

The greatest things I can offer,

More than words could ever say.

Is to give my child the love,

You gave me everyday.

When I look at my daughter, or look at my mom holding my daughter, I think about what it must have been like for her almost 29 years ago.

She already had my older sister, and when she was pregnant with me, I was eager to make my arrival. As I’ve been told, I tried to come two or three times before her due date. Finally, on July 28, almost two months before I was supposed to make my arrival, I decided this was it. By the time my mother made it to the hospital, there was no stopping it this time. I was here.

I think about how small I was as a preemie baby, and how nervous my mother must have been. I was a nervous wreck myself with my own healthy, 8 pounds 4 ounces baby. She gave me a scare herself when she forced doctors to perform a c-section after her heart rate dropped twice.

When my daughter came home, she got into the routine of waking me every four hours as we bounced around the living room and kitchen as I fed her while singing, “Jesus Loves You.” I sit back and think about how those long hours must’ve been for my own mother.

I see the love that she gives my daughter and my nephew, and it fills my heart with so much joy. I strive to be as good of a mother as she has always been to her three children and two grandchildren. Mom, you have always sacrificed and gave just as mothers do, and I appreciate all that you have done and continue to do for us.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Ashley Hodge is the editor for The Gazette-Virginian. Contact her at ahodge@gazettevirginian.com

Ashley Hodge is the editor for The Gazette-Virginian. Contact her at ahodge@gazettevirginian.com