A doll for Christmas...

So many Christmas's ago,
When I was little too,
I'd wait so ever patiently,
My turn would come...I knew...
The presents were ripped open,
The best was saved for last,
A doll...my doll...yes every year,
The same as each year past.
We'd go into our playroom...
(we dressed our babies there)
And play a game that we called "house..."
"What will my baby wear?"
Baby Alive came one year,
And I'd mix up that slimy green goo,
Baby alive always opened her mouth,
And she'd happily swallow and chew.
No feeding tube to contend with,
No pump to beep..." all done",
A spoon held to her willing mouth,
Wow...feeding time was fun!
Baby Soft Sounds came next year,
She cried when she wasn't held tight,
Luckily...I could still sleep,
(Mom turned her off each night)
No wires held me powerless,
To hold my child near,
No doctor's rounded daily,
I had nothing to fear.
Next came... "Baby All Better",
With thermometer...to play,
Just a little cool water,
And her fever went away.
No countless calls to the hospital,
No...trips to the E.R.,
A splash of water...all was well,
No need to drive so far.
Rarely did our game include,
Our babies getting "sick",
But if and when...this did occur,
A shot...would do the trick.
Out came the Fisher Price medical kit,
The doctor would make it okay,
It had all of the tools we needed,
To take any owies away.
Motherhood was easy,
It ended for the night,
By tucking our sweet babies in,
Then kissing them..."goodnight".
Perhaps life just isn't that easy,
And childhood dreams go unfiled,
Locked away for a season,
Refound in the eyes of a child.
No this isn't the life I imagined,
While rocking my doll with a smile,
I never imagined that being a mom,
Could come with a heartwrenching trial,
But God chose him just for me,
And God must know me best,
I am the mom of a heart child,
Loved and richly blessed.

~Stephanie Husted