by Mary D.B.Hull
What are the songs the mother sings?
Of birds and flowers and pretty things;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his world in the mother's eyes.
What are the tales the mother tells?
Of gems and jewels and silver bells;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his wealth in the mother's eyes.
What are the thoughts in the mother's mind?
Of the gentle Saviour, loving and kind;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his heaven in the mother's eyes
It's my Blog and I can brag if I want to, right? Well, I will brag if you will listen. I am the most blessed daughter to have my mom. Ever since I was a little girl I have prayed to God thanking him for giving me such a Mother. Not only is she my Mother, she is my best friend, my kindred spirit and in some strange unexplainable way, she is a soul mate. We finish each others sentences, can imagine what each other is thinking and CANNOT lie to each other because we know how to read each other so well. Open. Book. We. Are.
When I was a little girl even up until High School I would make this poor woman hold my hand until we got to school. Until 4th grade I would cry when she would drop me off at school. 5 minutes into the day without my mom? Homesick. Forget sleepovers and slumber parties, girl scout camp outs. My mom would always get the call. I was homesick. Or a better descriptor? Mama sick. I needed my mama. Not being with her was trying to get by with half of me. She was my everything. My poor dad had such a heavy load when she would go away for business trips. My poor dad. And you can guess when I needed my right hand woman the most. The day all preteen girls whether they have a close relationship with mom or not, need their mom. The day their lives and bodies change forever? My mom was away on said business trip. But it was a good thing for poor little me. I knew somehow, someway, even though my mom wasn't physically with me, everything she had taught me and guided me about was getting me through, and I learned I was capable, because I was a part of this amazing woman. And I was capable. Even without her by my side. It was a changing point in my life to know I was ok when she wasn't around. I still had her with me. I could hear her voice walking me through and there was some strange feeling of comfort around me. Her love was with me even when she wasn't.
People still tell me it's time to cut the cord. But my mom and I have a bond that is unexplainable. She is there through everything. She is my families everything.
This post will not be some enlightening words she has never heard. I tell her these things all the time. But because she is such a phenomenal mother, and she never grows weary of hearing these four little words; I love you, Mom.
To all you other phenomenal mothers out there. Happy Mother's day.
