I am finally starting my blog! Been trying to do this for months!
Today’s my wedding anniversary! Bill and I have been married for 15 years today but have been together for 31. ( you will learn more about that later )
I am a Wife, caregiver to my husband, Stepmother, Friend, and a Fashionista!
I have been thinking a lot about my life lately, the good and the bad. I have to say that being a Stepmother has been one of the hardest undertakings I have done. With that being said I want to share this poem with you today. Bill wrote it for me several years ago but I have never share it with anyone until now.
I hope you enjoy the poem!
ODE TO A STEPMOTHER
This is an ode to one of God’s best,
an angel who serves him on Earth.
Down a difficult road with a most heavy load, she faces an arduous test.
She’ll raise children of worth, for someone else who gave birth, step in to finish the rest.
Her own children to bear was her goal and her prayer,
but God replaced her plan with another.
He needed her where she would love and take care
of children in need of a mother
So to brothers of three, mother she’ll be.
She’s determined to give it her best.
She’ll put nothing above, this family to love,
this is her mission, her purpose, her quest.
No bed of roses this life she has chose is,
the easy road she didn’t take.
Her dreams and wishes forsake to do dishes,
Wipe noses, tickle toeses, and bake.
Now all that’s remaining is on the job training
and she’ll be an instant mother.
A difficult task? She didn’t know, didn’t ask,
how to raise children born to another.
All her plans to travel, soon will unravel,
no time, her schedule’s all messed,
There’s holiday greetings, PTA meetings,
rush traffic crunches, home to make lunches; not a moment to rest
Soon she’ll look back twenty years on more smiles than tears,
And know that she has no regret.
When troubles burst bubbles, she missed not what was lost,
For her joy is to give not to get.
But only one pain, there will remain, she’s saddened she was never called mother.
Though she’s earned the name she’ll not stake her claim,
It’s really too late now to bother.
Stepmother is the name for the one who steps in, mother is reserved for the absent blood kin.
Still I’m certain one day long after the boys go away and doctors all three have become,
she’ll pick up the phone, hear a voice she has known say, “Is my mother home it’s her son?
Oh, its you mom, I didn’t recognize your voice, so long that I’ve been away.
Will you be home for a while, I’d like to stop by, just to see that you are ok.”
Dedicated with love to my best friend, business partner, lover, unsung heroine, mother to our six children, my dear wife for life, Kathy, on this Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2007.