I was scared
Sickened even– to bring you into a world that isn’t use to seeing you thrive
And that would look at me crazy for not having the means to provide
you with what you needed, but wouldn’t be willing to help support in any way.
I was nervous that you might one day hear all the criticisms
Not in whispers but in shouts
And you’d be compared and therefore think you couldn’t survive
That you would cripple and crack under pressure I was fearful
And then I would resent myself for not pushing you to be the best that you could be.
But there were moments when I felt nothing but hope and faith and love
Because you really do have something to offer a world like that
And one day you would open eyes, and turn heads and change lives
And I’d be happy to say I birthed you.
I’d say I sculpted you in my vision
And fed you the milk that made you strong
And carried the pain that made you.. you.
When they told me to “Be realistic” “wait” “it’s too soon” “you aren’t ready”
I went out on a limb and said I was.
You are not a mistake.
You are my dream.