I didn’t carry you in my belly, The way normal mothers do. But I love you still the same, And I know you love me too. We’ve had our ups and downs, our laughter and our tears. I was there to comfort you, Through all of your fears. You never called me stepmom, It was Momma and nothing less. I used to worry that I’d disappoint, It caused me so much stress. I did my best to raise you, And now you’ll fly the nest. Although I know you’ll do well, That still will give me no rest. A mother always worries, Even when we’ve done our job great, We know we need to let go, And we know we have to have faith. As you leave me and go off on your own, I pray God will carry you through. I pray you find happiness and success, In everything that you do. I may not have given birth to you, But my child you will always be. The one that opened my heart, And showed me all that I see. I didn’t carry you in my belly, Like normal mothers do. But I carry you in my heart, And will all the days through.