Some of my old poetry and literary compositions.

It’s a phrase we hear often, and one that resonates deeply in the journey of motherhood: 'all good things must come to an end.' When I first penned my poem, 'My Children, My Worth,' it was a reflection born from those very feelings. As a mom, you quickly realize how fleeting certain moments are. One day you’re holding a tiny baby, and the next, they’re off to school, then graduating, then starting their own lives. It’s a beautiful, yet sometimes bittersweet, progression. There are days when I feel like there’s 'never enough time' to pour into my little ones all the love and attention they deserve. The 'obligatory necessities such as work' often pull me away, and that can sting. I remember feeling so much guilt during those times, wondering if I was doing enough. But what I came to realize, through watching my children grow, is their incredible resilience. They adapt, they learn, and they truly do endure. It’s a powerful lesson in itself, seeing them navigate moments of my absence with such strength. And let’s be honest, motherhood isn’t about perfection. We all have moments where we feel like we’ve stumbled, or made decisions we later second-guess. The line 'learn my loves from my failures' is so personal to me because I truly believe our imperfections can become their greatest lessons. It’s not about being flawless, but about showing them how to pick themselves up, how to be honest, and most importantly, how to lead with 'kindness and goodwill.' These are the enduring values I pray they carry, long after the innocent days of childhood are a distant memory. My sense of 'My Worth' has also evolved dramatically through motherhood. It’s no longer solely tied to what I achieve professionally or personally, but intertwined with the growth and happiness of my children. As they get older, the dynamic changes, and what was once hands-on nurturing becomes guidance from a distance. This isn't an 'ending' of my role as a mother, but a beautiful transformation. It means letting go a little, trusting them to develop into 'anything you wish to be,' and knowing that the foundation of love and values we built together will stay with them. So yes, 'all good things must come to an end' – but perhaps it’s more accurate to say 'all good things evolve.' The baby snuggles turn into thoughtful conversations, the childhood games into shared dreams. It's about finding the beauty in each new chapter, cherishing the 'motivation' they bring, and understanding that the love woven through every fleeting moment is truly eternal. What are your thoughts on this journey of change and acceptance?