This morning I was gifted with a rock, some seeds, and chocolate. Also this card which, both its words and the image completely leveled me. A circle, a wave.
My god look at what all of you have done. Isn’t it simply amazing?
The way you work, or the way you stay home with them, the way you rock them all night or sit by the phone waiting for them to call, the way you do it all on your own or are humble enough to ask for help, the way you cook them all that nutritious food and the way you lovingly work to pay for the takeout pizza, the way you bottle feed and breast feed them, the way you plan for every IEP meeting, and every college application, the way you hold their hands and hearts every damn day and promise them it will all work out when you are never really sure. The way you love them when it’s good and bad and everything in between. Just the way you love them.
I was super weepy this morning as I looked around the table at my family. I’m not even sure why but I guess like everything else I’ve found with this experience, I wasn’t really in charge of my own body. One day you wake up and your boobs drag on the ground and you pee when you cough and you cry when someone hands you a rock. It’s seriously wild stuff. And I reach into the pocket of my bathrobe and pull out a crumpled kleenex and I’m blowing my nose and crying because I love them and crying because I don’t seem to be able to control whether or not I get to cry, and crying because in that exact moment I became my mother. My mother who cried at everything. Who never left home without a wrinkled kleenex in one pocket. Moments and people leave us. Sometimes it all gets wiped away. But I’m telling you that Mothers, they never do. Always with you. Always.
Seriously every damn day never forget that you are all walking miracles.
Happy Mother’s Day guys.
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