Sometimes I weep for you, my dear child. At times, I shed tears because the world seems so vast, and you are just a tiny being within it. I can’t help but feel a deep concern—oh, how I worry—about your fragility in this immense universe. Other times, I cry out of the realization that you are growing so quickly while I feel increasingly small in your eyes. The larger you become, the more insignificant I feel, and I fret—oh, how I fret—about my own smallness in your expansive world.
There are moments when my heart swells with love so great that it feels like it might burst—yet, oddly enough, this overwhelming sensation can feel reminiscent of heartbreak. Sometimes I cry because the beauty of who you are leaves me breathless. At other times, it’s the weight of your existence that brings tears to my eyes. In the journey of welcoming you into my life, I’ve lost parts of myself. While I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything, I sometimes find myself longing for who I used to be.
I cry because your skin is so delicate, your eyes shine with innocence, and your spirit is so new. Yet, I feel sadness knowing that your purity will eventually be challenged by the harsh realities of life. Like everyone else, you will experience the bittersweet nature of humanity. I cry because there are ways in which you need support that I cannot provide, and feeling powerless as a parent often resembles sheer terror. As a mother, I must don my metaphorical big-girl panties each day, and both the lack of choice and the discomfort of those “panties” can be overwhelming.
Sometimes I weep from sheer exhaustion—not just physically, but deeply, emotionally drained. There are instances when your laughter resonates with divine joy, prompting tears of gratitude. Your very being brings forth a happiness so profound that it often eludes mere smiles and laughter. I weep because the blessings you bring are immense, yet my capacity to contain them feels inadequate, leading to an overflow of emotions.
All these feelings—the love, the worry, the sadness, the beauty, the overwhelming nature of motherhood—can simply be too much to process. It’s just so much. So, sometimes I cry for you, for myself, for this vast world, and for countless reasons that will remain unclear to you until you experience parenthood yourself. Sometimes, my dear child, I weep for you with those big, cleansing tears.
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In summary, motherhood is a journey filled with overwhelming emotions—joy, sadness, love, and worry. These feelings can be challenging to navigate, but they are a testament to the profound bond between a parent and child.