{"id":122621,"date":"2022-06-26T08:29:38","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:29:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=122621"},"modified":"2022-06-26T08:29:38","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:29:38","slug":"mom-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/mom-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Mom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Heartrending.<br \/>\nThat is my final word on motherhood.<br \/>\nWe discuss the joy enough, often it is small cuddles, slight touches.<br \/>\nThey finally did it.<br \/>\nGot it<br \/>\nGreat stuff.<br \/>\nBut if it weren&#8217;t for the sadness<br \/>\nThe unpreventable accident<br \/>\nThe failed test<br \/>\nFall of the bike<br \/>\nSkinned knee<br \/>\nAsking why the 98th time,<br \/>\nWould it the sweet be so sweet?<br \/>\nI doubt.<br \/>\nJoy is fun<br \/>\nFuel helping us trip the Etsy fantastic<br \/>\nInstagramming up our best.<br \/>\nCurated best.<br \/>\nThat can be nifty fun, kept in perspective.<br \/>\nIt also helps them hold the joy when they are old and the wrinkles and gray hairs poke through.<br \/>\nRemember that fun time,<br \/>\nOh right.<br \/>\nYeah.<br \/>\nBut the pain and sorrows are etched deep, carved in past muscle, straight to bone<br \/>\nNo picture required there folks.<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the character building stuff.<br \/>\nWe all got some of it.<br \/>\nThat mixes in with the joy and it makes magic.<br \/>\nNot just sorrow they grow up<br \/>\nFrustration they learn the hard way<br \/>\nHarridness if being human and not an octopus.<br \/>\nI really need to be an octopus.<br \/>\nNot just first place trophies and group hugs either.<br \/>\nThat cauldron of good and bad and this and that.<br \/>\nMan<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s meaning.<br \/>\nYep, that&#8217;s the stuff<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the mother&#8217;s fuel.<br \/>\nHeartrending.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Heartrending. That is my final word on motherhood. We discuss the joy enough, often it is small cuddles, slight touches. They finally did it. Got it Great stuff. But if it weren&#8217;t for the sadness The unpreventable accident The failed test Fall of the bike&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-122621","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122621","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=122621"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":122734,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122621\/revisions\/122734"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}