Happy Mother’s Day

Mother's Day GiftsHappy Mother’s Day!  Today is a wonderful time to celebrate all the great women in children’s lives who care for them.

This time of year I find myself inspired by the poems of Erma Bombeck who has a knack for capturing the essence of being a mom and a parent. I came upon the following poem not too long ago and wanted to share it with you – it is truly perfect for today (Source: Between Us Parents):

“Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I’ll tell them…

I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home.

I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money, which we could afford, and you couldn’t.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand picked friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to say, “Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother’s Day.”

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.

I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.

I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.

I loved you enough to ignore “what every other mother” did or said.

I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt, and fail.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions, at 6, 10, or 16.

I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned, but forgave you for it…after discovering I was right.

I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas and insensitive to your demands…so that you had to stand alone.

I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, and not what I wanted you to be.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.”

I so wish Erma was still around so we could all tell her what a wonderful gift she gave us all with this poem.  And, for us to tell her that more times than not we don’t have to tell our kids these things – they either figure it out as they become adults or when they become parents themselves.

I know one thing. I can’t imagine not being a mom and that, to me, is what today is really about.

 

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