Mothering Myself

It comes to me that I am
The hardest part of mothering
To give of myself
My patience and love
My time and body
To learn, to forget and relearn again
To find paths down hard roads
See goodness as it is
To believe that I am enough
And to forgive my own mistakes
And so I learn slowly
To give and take with myself
To mother me as I a mother them
Maybe I will raise myself as well