I was told I'd never have kids..

You as#holes were wrong! And oh how happy I was when I found out you were!

My treasure is the little one I carried nine months, because every time he wakes up he looks at me and smiles and giggles and wiggles and laughs. Every time I hear his breath or feel his touch, he gives me more purpose than I had previous. He's not the reason I'm alive, but he's the reason my days aren't gloomy.

Sure, it's hard maintaining my sanity well caring for a 6 month old, but the littlest things make it worth it. Like the way he looks to me when I start to sing, as if he's paying special attention because he knows I'm feeling a certain way. Or how he hands me his binky when I cry, because it always stops him,

He is such a pure treasure that I've been so blessed with, and everyday I thank him, for making me a mom, and for letting me be so blessed with him

Used to mean something

Yet as the days persist onwards

Meaning seems to fade

As I've graduated high school and moved onto the beginning of my adulthood, I've realized I took so much for granted because soon it's not what it was. Meaning fades, we have to cherish it well we have it, one day we won't.

i wish I could tell ten years old me to stay outside a little longer, to play with those toys even though it wasn't cool, to just enjoy the little things. To enjoy weekends, and any sort of outlet than brought me sanity, just a little longer.

He hovers beside you, but from a distance

and holds you back, without a touch

without eye contact, he forces his trance

sit still and act pretty, but not too much

Hes watching, you can feel his gaze

he gives the room a warm greeting

yet you feel the ground freeze

He controls you, without saying

Without saying a damned thing