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A MOTHER'S SECRET

When she was a young girl she climbed into her mother’s lap

and asked this question, so innocently…

“Momma,” she said, “I was wondering

will you ever stop loving me?”

 

Her mom gave her a hug, an extra long hug

then resting her chin on her daughter’s head

“Let me tell you a little secret…about being a mother”..she said.

 

“I’ve loved you from the moment inside me…I felt your life begin…

I love you every time I breathe out…

and every time I breathe in…

 

I will never stop loving you…never…

I will never discredit our doubt you

I will never stop thinking or worrying…

or wishing or dreaming about you.

 

I love you just as much when you’re here in my lap

as I’ll love you when you’re fully grown…

I’ll love you the same when you’re no longer living with me…

when you’re married with kids of your own…

 

It’s something all mother’s feel

in our hearts in our souls in our brains…

a love that is with us… that will never end… 

a wonderful secret we cannot explain.”

 

And the young girl felt that love all of her life

and was ready when her daughter climbed on her knee…

and asked with the innocence of a child…

 

“Momma…will you ever stop loving me?”

 
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ODE TO MOMMY'S SUMMER VACATION

 

SUMMER VACATION: MOM’S FANTASY

I’ve read 100 ways to have fun with my kids…some cost money…some are free

We will enjoy every second we’re together…it will be the best summer in history!

 

The day is finally here…I’ve created a 10 week activity chart

I pick my three girls up from school ‘cause I can’t wait for this summer to start.

 

FIRST DAY OF SUMMER VACATION:

My children sleep until eleven…so we missed our first activity in June.

None of them are fully dressed and we don’t eat breakfast until noon.

 

I try to wash the breakfast dishes…I want my uncluttered kitchen restored

but two of my girls are fighting…and the other says she’s bored.

 

So I referee the two fighting and tell the other to find something to do

I beg them to finish getting dressed…they don’t…and we don’t eat lunch till two.

 

Once again I try to clean the dishes…but I hear “Mommy this” and “Mommy that!”

and I wonder for a moment: Are these the same children I begat!

 

Then I see my chart upon my wall…What did I plan today?

I can’t remember!

and I realize the dishes won’t get clean…until late August or September.

 

But I start thinking of all the activities I’ve planned…all the fun that still awaits

So I load my three girls in the car…and head off to buy paper plates.

 

I have made it a point not to swear in front of my children and I haven’t made one threat…

but we’re not even out of the driveway when I hear, 

Mom…Mommy…Mom…are we close to being there yet?

 

And they begin to fight in the back seat…again I try to referee

but I soon realize there are three of them…an only one of me.

 

We somehow make it back home…just when I think my sanity’s restored

two of my girls are fighting again…and the other is still bored…

 

And again I have to ask myself…are these children really mine…

as we eat dinner on our paper plates…and it’s now about half past nine.

 

Next it’s time to get ready for bed…this should be an easy path

but all of a sudden they’re not tired…

they’re still hungry…

and they don’t think they need a bath.

 

I finally get them into bed…I think perhaps by now they’re sleeping

and I stop in my exhaustion in front of the chart I have been keeping.

 

I had over 50 activities planned…if I’m lucky we’ll do five

at this point when I think about summer vacation…I’m just hoping I survive.

 

Then I hear a commotion in the bedroom…

they haven’t been sleeping at all

And now I see three screaming children…

running at me down the hall…

 

So I rip down my beautiful hand-made chart

replace it with a calendar…and then…

I circle the date when summer ends…

 

and they’re back in school again!


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OUR MOTHER'S ARMS

From those first awkward steps into them

our mother’s arms fit round us like a glove

Providing us with all we need…

for all we need…

is love

 

And showing us, as we grow older, 

anytime 

or anywhere

When we step back into our mother’s arms...

we’ll find some comfort there.

 

And when they begin to need us more…

our arms fit round them like a glove

providing them with all they need

for all they need…

is love.

 

And when they’re no longer with us

how often do we find…

we still can feel that warm embrace…

 

our mother’s arms have left behind.

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