Motherhood from the Perspective of the Childless

I see you

I see the crayon marks on the walls

I see the frog themed potties, aim please

I see towel bars hanging low and bathroom stools to reach the sink

I see you

I see sippy cups scattered about

I see toys from here to there and everywhere

I see clothes, unfolded, piled on the couch

I see you

I see your body not what it once was

I see your hair and make-up hastily done, if done at all

I see your clothes, made for speed and comfort

I see you

The tired

The busy

The overwhelmed

I see you

With kids who are a joy

With little ones reaching for you, smiling, comforted

With wild life tumbling over, under, around

I see you

Pausing conversations every two seconds to tend and correct

Pausing conversations for drinks and snacks

Pausing conversations to train, train, train

Deep breath

I see you and you amaze me

Iā€™m on the outside looking in

No longer young, or strong, losing hope moment by moment

Even losing desire, Iā€™m already so tired

I see you and I smile

I pray with hope for you

I pray with thanksgiving for you

I pray for your littles

For, I may not have my own, but I pray for you and yours.

I see you, and you are beautiful.


I spend a lot of time with Mamas, and always find it a delight, even if it is a painful delight. I hope this expresses to all of you Mamas how much I love you. Thank you for including me in your life. This poem has been on my heart and mind for a long time. I pray for you Mamas all the time. I pray that you would have strength, discernment, great wisdom, and fortitude. I pray for the salvation of your children. You are all dear to me.