My Baby

I just found this poem, and am dedicating it to my baby :).

After a While
By Veronica Shoffstall

After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and
company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head
up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult,
not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if
you get too much.

So plant your own garden and decorate your own
soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring your
flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.

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So mote it be :)

What I am grateful for: The choice to raise my babies....

What I am manifesting: Health