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Our daughter, Jenn
with Alyshia

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Before I was a Mom
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 A Mother's Day tribute to all you special MOMS!!!
Read by Anne & Gary Wakenhut
with
Harp & keyboard by Anne
Hammered Dulcimer by Gary
(Music:  Simple Gifts, Joseph Bracket)


Collecting Consort recording of Simple Gifts (Music only)

 

Our daughter, Jenn
with Westyn

Before I was a Mom
(Author unknown)
(If you know the source of this wonderful piece, please let us know so we can give appropriate credit)

Before I was a mom,
I made and ate hot meals.
I had unstained clothing.
I had quiet conversations on the phone.

Before I was a mom,
I slept as late as I wanted.
I never worried about how late I got into bed.
I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.

 Before I was a mom,
I cleaned my house each day.
I never tripped over toys.
I never forgot words to lullabies.

Before I was a mom,
I had never been . . .
puked on
pooped on
spit on
chewed on
peed on
spit on
or pinched by tiny fingers.

Jenn and Jessup feeding Westyn

Before I was a mom,
I had complete control of my mind, thoughts and body.
I slept all night.

Before I was a mom,
I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew that I would love being a mom.

Before I was a mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every ten minutes to make sure all was OK.

Before I was a mom,
I had never known . . .
the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment,
or the satisfaction of being a mom.

Jenn & Westyn


I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much . . . before I was a mom.

"She watches over the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.  Her children rise up and call her blessed."  Proverbs 31:27-28.

Anne's mother, Jane
with great grandson

 

This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children.
This is for all the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes.
For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school safely. 
 

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes,
and for all the mothers who DON'T.

Jenn & Westyn

 

What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience?
Compassion?
Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook a dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at two am, to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby. 
The need to flee from where ever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby crying.

I think so.

So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies, and for all the mothers who just couldn't.

This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year, and then reading it again, "Just one more time".

Anne's sister Martha
with her daughter

This is for all the mothers who mess up.
Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired two year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school,
and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

For all the mothers who bite their lips . . . sometimes until they bleed when their fourteen year olds dye their hair green.
Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

Jenn & Alyshia

 

This is for the mothers who show up at word with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. 

 

Jenn & Jessup

This is for all the mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at homes.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. 

This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.

 

Jenn & Kaleb

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers
and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers,
and married mothers.
Mothers with money,
mothers without.
This is for ALL of YOU.


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Another audio email greeting card for Mother's Day
As I Look Back


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