The Gift

The baby cries, cries, and cries

Three hours straight 

How can a baby cry that long?

There is no family dinner time

There is no joking

There is only the trading off of the baby

I snap at the husband

I am short with the son

I cry for not having more self control

When is the work going to be done?  

There is more stress eating...

I feel guilty for stress eating

There is no time

There has to be something wrong

I must be a bad mother

Is God listening to my prayers? 

Is God mad at me?

I feel guilty for not appreciating what I have, 

I feel guilty for questioning

The anxiety, tiredness, and weariness settle 

There is no light in the tunnel for me tonight

Then the ‘what ifs’ happen.....

what if the baby has major issues?

what if she has problems undiscovered?  

What if the baby just dislikes her parents?  

what if she never stops crying?   

what if...what if...what if...

then the ‘I need to’ start.....

I need to help my son read better

I need to do the laundry

I need to support my husband

I need to take care of myself.....

I need to...I need to...I need to...

Feeling all alone

The next day

I walk into work wondering how the day will go

A friend has a special gift waiting...

A gift for me

They sparkle and shine 

They are pink

They represent awareness

They are perfect

They are more than a gift

Someone was thinking of me

Someone wanted to make my day better

Someone wanted me to know that they love me

I feel appreciated  

I feel like a girl 

With a new gift

I feel like I have support
from a friend

And I am thankful to another woman 

Who simply understands 

And wanted to make me feel good...

with a special gift.