by Sandra Jones 

This path I’ve chosen
Or was it chosen for me
All I know is it seems
As if it was meant to be.

Never in a million years
Would I have said in my youth
This is my dream
This is my truth.

|And yet here I am
Always justifying the joy
Of raising a spunky girl
And a very intense boy

I stay grounded in knowing
This is where I’m supposed to be
It’s a lie that all can be had
Well, at least it is for me.

No one told me it ended at kindergarten
Or maybe I didn’t hear
And did I plug my ears when they entered middle school, junior high….high school?
Or was the message just unclear?

Am I absolutely crazy?
Is there something wrong with me
To invest in something so intangible
In things I can’t possibly see?

 

What is the gain
From this sacrifice?
Will I see a reward
For paying this price?

Maybe a badge of martyrdom
Or perhaps bragging rights?
A trophy a medal
My name up in lights?

No, I don’t need a badge
I don’t need to boast
Deep inside
What I need the most

Is to know that I accepted
This gift, this treasure
This responsibility of a life
The rewards I cannot measure

And as they have grown
I know this labor of love
Is blessed and anointed
From the Power Above.