On raising two wild ones with hearts fierce and bright.
Teaching them daily to lead with their light.
I saw her one morning, coat half on,
A coffee gone cold, her patience near gone.
Two little girls trailed in her wake,
Both talking at once with no breath to take.
Their curls bounced wild, like thoughts on the loose,
One always skipping, the other deep in truth.
Never quiet, never sitting still,
Spilling with questions, always fierce with will.
She juggled her laptop, her bag, their snacks,
Signed them up for activities, paid the fees plus tax.
From piano to swimming, hockey to bed,
All while spreadsheets and meetings spun in her head.
She carries the schedules all tucked in her brain.
The snacks to be packed, making sure they are dressed for the rain.
The birthday parties, appointments, parent-teacher night too,
Whose hair must be braided, whose scrunchie must be blue.
“Don’t you get tired?” someone once sighed,
As she wiped a little nose and beamed with pride.
She smiled with a laugh low and true,
“Sure, but there’s nothing else I’d rather do”
“I get tired, of course, all this work takes its toll,
But I’m proud it’s me who gets to love them whole.
I’m raising two wild ones with hearts fierce and bright,
Teaching them daily to lead with their light.”
“I’m giving them roots, and lessons on the side,
With stories and soil and mornings outside.
I’m trying to teach them to bloom and to grow,
To work with their hands, and trust what they know.”
"They don’t need perfect, just someone who’s near,
Who listens with love and makes sure they feel heard.
So I do what I can, through the joy and the swirl,
For two little hearts who have rocked my whole world.”
So, with coats still half on, they scramble out the door,
Voices on loud, adventures in store.
She takes one more sip of her coffee now ice cold,
Heart full of chaos, and stories yet told.
Not every day is easy, not every one is smooth,
But she shows up with strength, with love, with truth.
She carries it all, unseen, yet in view,
And rises with fire because that’s what moms do.