Sunday, May 13, 2007

Mothers Special Day

A young girl awakens and rushes downstairs to be the first in the house to check on the new baby kittens. Momma cat gently lifts her paw, so the girl may pet the new babies and then licks her fingers. The future mother watches how momma cat nurtures the kittens without realizing she will one day, use the same natural sense of caring on her own babies.

While waiting for the school bus, she hears a little bird cheeping frantically and discovers it hiding under a bush. One of her brothers wants to give it to the cat, but she does everything in her power to return it to its nest. Only when it’s safe, can she allow herself to catch the bus and then, reluctantly. After school, she checks on the baby bird, only to find it gone and she cries all the way home.

She comforts herself with her dolls, attempting to save them from future trouble. She doesn’t know why she feels so strongly; she just knows its real. She’s given eachdoll a name and they are her charge. She develops a profound sense of motherhood towards these “babies”, which her brothers think is “stupid”. She doesn’t care; she does what she must.

As the dolls are slowly replaced by an interest in “boys’, the budding woman takes on new interests and secreting begins the nurturing motions on her boyfriend, who overtime, morphs into her husband. The happy day arrives when her husband and her celebrate a baby of their own and the boy who became man, is just as helpful as he was when he saw the kittens and the baby bird.

Not so our lady, become mother. She spent a lifetime observing and imitating her mother and although she swore she would do things her own way, years later repeats her mother’s words and actions verbatim. She was born to nurture and there is no greater love in this life, than a mother’s love for her own child. Men love their children and they love them deeply, but when a child is hurting or in real need, they want Mom, Momma, Madre, Ma or Mother. Plain and simple – only Mom will do.

Mothers are housekeepers and they are nurses. They are teachers, detectives, inventory management specialists and accountants. Mothers can do more in four hours than the rest of their family can do in eight. Mom cooks delicious and nutritious food and bakes yummy cookies and cakes. If you hurt yourself, mom becomes mommy and she administers the best kind of treatment – the kind with compassion and genuine
concern. Mom kisses your bo-bos and it does make it feel better.

Mom is a disciplinarian when we force her to become one, but she also holds our parole papers in a loose grip. Mom has the power to intercede for us when Dad is ready to lower the hammer and Mom will back down other mothers when we’re falsely (maybe yes or maybe no) accused. Mothers cry when we do things we shouldn’t. My mother cried a lot.

Mothers laugh is a full symphony of wonderful music to our ears. When Mom is happy, everyone else is too. However, when Ma goes on the warpath, it’s time to circle the wagons. Mom comes through better than anyone on birthdays, Christmas, Easter and Halloween! Mom makes sure each of us get more than our share of everything. Mom looks out for us. Moms are great!

Mothers can keep secrets too, so they’re a veritable vault of information and wisdom. And you better listen to her too. She knows. She gardens because it’s the art and passion of raising things and guess what? Her garden is beautiful and full of sweet smelling flowers.

Yes friends, Moms are all right in my book. They are worth their weight in gold and if by chance, just if they are a bit chubby, that’s okay too. Just pay the extra.

Happy Mother’s Day, Moms; you truly are extra special.

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