I am a mother.
I keep laundry and faces clean.
I oversee homework, appointments, and activities, read stories and correct grammar.
I make imaginary meals during tea parties and pack lunches for school.
I ward off nightmares and kiss boo boos, wipe noses and bottoms.
I am the first in the morning and the last at bedtime.
I am a wife.
I encourage and support, listen and share.
I am the planner of social activities, vacations and family outings.
I lighten the load, update, remind, and help manage our life.
I am a sounding board for both bad days and good ideas.
I am the kiss in the morning and the whisper at bedtime.
I am a nurse.
I calm fears and comfort grief.
I tend to both seen and unseen hurts.
I listen and teach, supplying resources and hope.
I provide compassionate care without regard to status or station.
I am the smile in the morning and the comfort at bedtime.
I am a woman.
I suffer moments of loneliness and nagging insecurities.
I need patience, trust and acceptance free from conditions.
I have my own dreams, independent of those dependent on me.
I fear losing control of everything while trying to have it all.
I am overwhelmed in the morning and depleted at bedtime.
