What's to Come?
I remember a sense of foreboding when I was pregnant, alongside the joy, excitement and expectation. I felt like my life was about to end and about to begin simultaneously. Of course, it was. Like the caterpillar-turning-butterfly, I was about to let go of an awful lot of myself in order to make room for the new person I was about to become, and the new person I was about to bring into the world. The transition from adult to mother has been an amazing one. And I've found there's plenty of 'room for me'... I'm more of myself than I've ever been :-) <3
What’s to come?
I don’t know who I was before you,
My past feels like an unfamiliar stranger,
And all I was ceases to matter
Now that there’s you.
I’m not sure who I’m gonna be,
Will there even be room for me?
You’re a part of myself I’ve yet to meet
And yet you’re you...
I’m not saying I’d wanna change it,
Not saying this isn’t all I’ve ever wanted,
But I’m scared, so scared
Of what’s to come.
When they were handing out our fates in line,
Did I decide creating you was mine?
If I’m an old soul before my time
Then what’s the use?
Every day I just keep marching on,
Trying to dance to my inner song, but usually
I have no clue what’s going on
And that’s the truth...
I’m not saying I’d wanna change it,
Not saying this isn’t all I’ve ever wanted,
But I’m scared, so scared
Of what’s to come.
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Will I be ever be, more than a mum?
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Is there any job greater? Than being a creator of a daughter, or son?
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Despite my not knowing, my love for you's growing, consuming all
...
I don’t know who I was before you,
My past feels like an unfamiliar stranger,
And all I was ceases to matter
Now that there’s you...
Now all I am is for you <3
I don’t know who I was before you,
My past feels like an unfamiliar stranger,
And all I was ceases to matter
Now that there’s you.
I’m not sure who I’m gonna be,
Will there even be room for me?
You’re a part of myself I’ve yet to meet
And yet you’re you...
I’m not saying I’d wanna change it,
Not saying this isn’t all I’ve ever wanted,
But I’m scared, so scared
Of what’s to come.
When they were handing out our fates in line,
Did I decide creating you was mine?
If I’m an old soul before my time
Then what’s the use?
Every day I just keep marching on,
Trying to dance to my inner song, but usually
I have no clue what’s going on
And that’s the truth...
I’m not saying I’d wanna change it,
Not saying this isn’t all I’ve ever wanted,
But I’m scared, so scared
Of what’s to come.
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Will I be ever be, more than a mum?
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Is there any job greater? Than being a creator of a daughter, or son?
What’s to come? What’s to come?
Despite my not knowing, my love for you's growing, consuming all
...
I don’t know who I was before you,
My past feels like an unfamiliar stranger,
And all I was ceases to matter
Now that there’s you...
Now all I am is for you <3