09/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
No one really tells you what it’s like.
You hear the horror stories, of course.
And you hear about how you’ll never be the same
But you don’t know until it happens.
No one tells you how much of yourself
You lock in a box, away from harm,
Because there’s a little creature here
Who needs you more than anything.
No one tells you just how much you gain,
Feeling like your heart will burst,
And that, no matter how old they are,
You still have infinite love to give.
No one tells you how scared you’ll be.
Not just for this small human
But for yourself and your partner,
Through every trial and tribulation.
No one tells you about the doubt
And the second guessing you’ll do,
Because there’s no manual to follow
And no instruction leaflet.
No one tells you about the tears at 3am
When they have their first fever
And you don’t know who to call
Because your brain is fried.
No one tells you about the absolute pride
When they say their first words,
When they take their first steps,
Or when they buy their first car.
No one tells you that it’s ok to have a c-section
Or to adopt or use a surrogate,
And that it’s ok to feed them formula
Or let them cry themselves to sleep.
No one tells you about the piles of laundry
That never seem to end,
Even when they’re teenagers
And can probably wash their own clothes.
No one tells you about the mistakes you’ll make
Because we’re all only human
And no one is ever going to be perfect,
Not even that wee little bairn.
No one tells you about the good times –
The times you’ll get it fantastically right –
When you’ll jump for joy all day
And want to shout it from the rooftops.
No one tells you in a way you’ll understand:
You’ll hear the words they’ll say
But they won’t really sink in
Until you’ve lived every moment.
No one tells you because they can’t.
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