I was terrified I would not know how to be a mother.

Pain and fear of inadequacy,

Instantly swept aside.

Surprised as

A surge of motherly love

Rose up in my heart.

A sense of awe at

The miracle of creation.

We examined tiny,

Perfectly formed

Fingers and toes.

Becoming a Mother

Startled by

Infant’s innate instinct

For survival as

He rooted hungrily,

Nursing moments after birth.

Pleased when

Baby quickly turned his head

Hearing the sound of our voices.

He recognized me.


Focused intensely on my face,

Bonding to me,

Ensuring I bonded to him.

Transformed instantaneously

Into a mother.

A gift from God,

Pure and simple.


Copyright 2016 Melanie Jean Juneau