It’s been seven years,
Since the scariest day of my life.
With some years of struggling,
Some years of striving,
Some years of straining,
Some years of endeavoring.

Those first 3 years were hard,
The hardest years of my life.
So hard I thought I hated being a mom.
But I learned so much during that time.

I learned that it wasn’t that I hated being a mom.
I’ve just always been able to “control” my life.
But you two came as a pair,
And if that doesn’t scream “You are not in control,”
I don’t know what does.

But little by little, over the years,
I learned to let go.
I learned to let go of the need for control.
And interestingly, letting go of that need,
Actually made me feel more in control.

They talk about motherhood being a journey,
And I’ve realized it’s actually a parallel journey with you.
You’re on the journey of growth and life,
Of making sense of the world, and your role in it.
I’m on the journey of motherhood,
Of making sense of my world with you, and my role in it.

I’m so proud of you both,
For the sweet little humans you’ve become.
And I’m so proud of me,
For the compassionate mother I’ve become.

It’s been seven years,
Since my life changed for the better.
Every year, learning.
Every year, growing.
Every year, adjusting.
Every year, loving.

Happy Birthday, my babies.
I’m glad you were born.
There is nothing you could ever do,
That would make me love you less.
I love you today, tomorrow, forever and always.

Love,
Mama