Parenthood

Being a parent such a privilege and joy,

Such years of fun and love to enjoy.

But sometime with joy comes worry and strike,

A fear that threatens your beautiful child’s life.

We hold on to the reigns, but we lose control,

We are forced to take on so many roles.

Today I’m a counsellor, I’ll comfort my child,

I’ll provide cuddles when they’re going wild,

I am a physio, helping move on,

Support them in learning skills that have just gone.

I am a researcher, searching for answers,

Praying for cures for these horrible cancers

I am a nurse handing out drugs,

When all I once knew was dealing in hugs.

I am a doctor using medical words,

Vocabulary not long ago I’d never heard

I am a dietician praying that he’ll eat,

Avoiding sickness and nausea becomes a treat.

I am a therapist encouraging speech,

Loving and nurturing, trying to teach.

I am a psychologist, doing my best,

When inside myself I’m feeling distressed.

I am an actress pretending to be

A strong happy parent, with no cracks to see.

I am a clown creating laughter,

I’ll strive to make memories today and hereafter.

But most of all I’m still just a mother

Living each day at a time.

All I want in life is for him to be here

My child,my world, my life, my all.

By Katie, Henry’s mummy. 16th October 2013 (c)