Funny thing

It’s a funny thing
Being your mother

I had 9 months to prepare
Yet I don’t feel quite ready
I still feel like you came out of nowhere
An apparition full of bliss

After hosting both our souls
I got smaller all of a sudden
From belly to boobies
You were in my arms to carry

I take care of you all day and all night
I love you to the moon and back
Yet it’s a funny thing being your mother
I can’t quite figure out what it is for me

It’s as if I got delivered the most precious little package
Without the instruction manual or the Ikea key
You’re a puzzle to me
Or maybe more of a mystery

Your soul is so unique
You are wise beyond
I guess I feel a little intimidated
Being the mother of such an old light being

No need to worry we got plenty of time
To solve this daughter equation
But who knows if there will ever be a definite answer
To what it means to be your mother