I have measured out my life in coffee spoons – TS Eliot
I have measured out motherhood in takeaway coffees
That white cup of heaven that perks me up
In the number of times I’ve read Where’s Spot?
And bent to retrieve that damn sippy cup.
I have measured out motherhood in clothing sizes
4 zeros, 3 zeros, 2, then one,
In your ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes
In the loads of washing I haven’t done.
I have measured out motherhood on percentile charts
Your chubbiness plotted, a dot on a graph
In the hours of blissful, silent napping
And all the ways I make you laugh.
I’ve measured out motherhood a day at a time
In learning curves, in peaks and troughs
The ones where I’m nailing this mothering thing
And those when I feel just barely enough.
I’ve measured out motherhood in love that’s endless
Fierce and raw, proud, aglow,
A love that makes it all worthwhile
How do you measure motherhood?