Sunday, January 13, 2013

The Mother of Extraordinary

I wouldn't have
known how, or where,
to even beGIN to begin,
had I simply been blessed
with the perfectly
ordinary children
I had prayed for,
and expected.

the ordinary woman
you won't see.
I'll never stand out
in (most) crowds.
Mine is the perpetually
(ever so slightly) familiar face
that you can ALMOST place,
that you suspect knows You, and
maybe even more ABOUT you,
than she does.

I AM, through no deed of my own: 
the MOTHER of Extraordinary.

will entertain you,
question you,
challenge you, test you,
bring out your best, and
bring out your worst.
At some point,
will surpass you.
And one day,
one day soon,
if you are as I am, the lowly
Mother of Extraordinary,
Extraordinary will leave you,
and go forth to challenge
the World in the manner
it first challenged YOU.

I AM: the Mother of
I carried, and pulled, and pushed,
and played, and painted, and
chased after, talked and listened,
sang, read, and prayed.
I AM: grateful and blessed,
and very, very tired.

Time passes at the same steady pace
that it has since its first Dawn,
yet always too swiftly, too soon, for us.

If by grace and
good fortune,
you chance to  meet
don't look away. 
Extraordinary can change the World,
And Extraordinary can change YOU.

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