The start of Mother's Day Week
There was a triple fatal car accident on the freeway just miles from my house. A woman was driving with her three kids and their grandmother. All three kids died. It wasn't her fault, she was rear-ended by a semi. She was driving a van just like mine. My mom left me a message saying how scared and sad she was because she instantly thought of me. She knew it wasn't me and the kids, but it just hit close to home for her, and probably for every mother of a mother out there.
Someone forwarded one of those "thankful for moms" emails which I usually don't read, but this paragraph caught my eye;
"What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?"
And it's so true. Just last night I jumped out of bed at 4 in the morning because I just had to make sure my baby was breathing. She was fine. I don't really know what I'm trying to say. It's hard to explain really. I guess I'm saying I'm thankful that even though I'm a mom, a mom of two no less, I'm still a daughter. And it feels good to know that my mom, while always treating me with respect, still thinks of me as her little girl. She will always have that protective instinct in her to make sure I'm alright - on many different levels. I am so thankful, so thankful, for my mom.
Someone forwarded one of those "thankful for moms" emails which I usually don't read, but this paragraph caught my eye;
"What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?"
And it's so true. Just last night I jumped out of bed at 4 in the morning because I just had to make sure my baby was breathing. She was fine. I don't really know what I'm trying to say. It's hard to explain really. I guess I'm saying I'm thankful that even though I'm a mom, a mom of two no less, I'm still a daughter. And it feels good to know that my mom, while always treating me with respect, still thinks of me as her little girl. She will always have that protective instinct in her to make sure I'm alright - on many different levels. I am so thankful, so thankful, for my mom.
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