What a Mother Does…
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
A mother takes time to cook home-made chocolate chip cookies.
A mother stays up till the teenager comes home – and doesn’t kill him when he’s past curfew.
A mother builds a fort for her son out of couch cushions and a playhouse out of cardboard boxes for her daughter.
A mother goes to Walmart at 10:30 at night because a child just remembered something they needed for a school project that is due tomorrow.
A mother holds her daughter close when the daughter tells her that her husband has left her.
A mother prays for her children.
A mother drives a child to dance, to tennis lessons, to gymnastics, and to cheerleading practice.
A mother is the parent all the athletes say “Hi!” to on television.
A mother rubs her daughter’s back.
A mother sacrifices so her son can go on a trip with the school.
A mother irons the clothes of her teenagers (who don’t care) so they will look nice.
A mother fusses she will not make another bed – until she can’t stand it anymore and makes them anyway.
A mother gets up in the middle of the night to check on her baby.
A mother feels guilt because she can’t work, keep house, be there for every child’s school assembly, and make home-made pies (like her mother did).
A mother’s heart still hurts twenty years after she buries a child.
A mother will spend hours baking a birthday cake that is disassembled and devoured in seconds.
A mother laughs under her breath at her children when they have their own children.
A mother has a backbone that stiffens when a child rebels.
A mother is wise enough to talk about feelings dad wouldn’t touch.
A mother insists that a baby have cute clothes.
A mother has her faults, but her children don’t need to point them out.
A mother needs her feet rubbed all through pregnancy.
A mother offers praise when her one year old says “Dada,” even if it hurts a little.
A mother forgets the pain of labor when she holds her baby for the first time.
A mother is wise enough not to ask for too many details about college life.
A mother cries at her daughter’s wedding – and her son’s.
A mother will look under the bed to make sure there aren’t any monsters there.
A mother is a grace gift from God.
To all the mothers out there – and to mine, in a bed in Lemon Grove, Happy Mother’s Day.