Mallory's Singing Debut

Happy Mother's Day!

From a Mom's Perspective:

A little blue line...a queasy stomach...a moment (or two or fifty) of puking mid-meal & going back to finish...a growing belly...a flutter of movement (is that gas?)...a growing belly...a lot of kicks (is there a little football player in there?)...a few moments of tightness in the uterus (is it time?)...a little bit of pain...NO, A LOT of PAIN, sweat, & tears...a welcome cry...a sigh of relief...a new little life in your arms...first pee, first poo...first bath...first smile...first laugh...first word...first haircut...first steps...first boo boo...first bandaid...now it talks, now it walks...uses many bandaids...first pee, first poo in the potty...first day of kindergarten...no more scheduled naps...elementary years fly by...first one's first year of middle school...second one's last year of elementary school...

That's where I am.

My mom used to tell me the story of my birth every year on my birthday...she still does it sometimes, or at least, she'll start the story with the same words & we'll have a chuckle. But as a Mom, it is a story whose details stick with you the rest of forever. It's a story of blood, sweat, & tears. For some it's a story of patience for the day the phone rings and she drops to her knees thanking God that she gets to get on a plane & go get her baby from some other point on the globe. For some it's fostering a sweet little baby that one day legally becomes your own. However it happens, it is a story of unfathomable, unconditional, love. It is a heart-wrenching, gut-stabbing, life-changing love. Whether there is one child or 18, that love is enough. Mom's love IS enough. Mom's love IS enough for the rest of Mom's years, and beyond...when she leaves this earth, her love continues in her children's memories. I can NOT imagine my life without the experiences that these little people bring me. Some days it seems like I want to pull my hair out strand by strand, but when they day is over and we've said our night-time prayers and I peek in their rooms to get that one last look at them sleeping, I am so thankful that God allowed me to be a Mom.

On the other side of things:

She took the pain to bring me into the world...she loved me...she held me...she fed me...she changed me...she loved me...she got up in the night with me...she rocked me....she soothed me...she loved me...she picked me up when I fell...she wiped me off...she kissed the boo boo...she rubbed my tummy when it hurt...she loved me...she read to me...she helped me learn to read...she helped me through school...she loved me...she let me yell, scream, & spout off...she loved me...she let me learn to drive...she let me have fun...she let me cry when he broke my heart...she loved me...she watched me graduate...she moved me to college...she moved me back home...she let me take some chances, make some mistakes...she loved me...she watched me find the love of my life...she watched me say "I do."...she loved me...she watched me bury my firstborn baby girl...she cried with me...she watched me have my baby boy...she cried with me...she watched me graduate college...she loved me...she watched me have another baby girl...she cried with me...she loved me...she watched me as they grew before our eyes...she let me whine & gripe when things were bad, sad, scary, or crazy...she loved me...she watched me send them to school...she cried too...she watched me be a sports mom...she watched me work, play, juggle, & struggle...she loved me...

That's where I am.

All through the years from the moment she held me the first time, my Momma has loved me. Through every moment of every thing, she's been there. Nothing good or bad has happened in my life that my Momma wasn't there for me. I can't imagine all those moments without her. She loved me & she LOVES me. Happy Mother's Day, Momma. I love you.

Another Point-Of-View:

Some that I know do not have their Moms anymore. Whether it be illness or other tragedy, Mom is gone. I know days like Mother's Day are difficult when she's not here to be honored. But, she IS honored on Mother's Day...honored for being a Mom...honored for loving her kids...honored for all the same moments that you spent with her when she was here...honored for all the same moments that she spent with you when she was here...honored for all those things that she went through with you when she was here...from your beginning to her end...she loved you...and you love her...& we still say Happy Mother's Day.