A mother

     As infants, we begin life only caring that the heartbeat we came from is constant. We care that our mother’s warmth will protect us from everything that is cold, and we will grow without any cares of ever being away from her. She is our teacher who instills in us all that is good and shelters us from evil. Her warm arms and gentle voice sings to us when something inside isn’t quite right. We hear our own screams get less and less, eventually quitting all together lost in a melody we will remember throughout time.

     No matter how she tries to keep us her baby, she understands that all small creatures grow and leave the protection of the nest. A mother’s bond is so great that she will live with the fact that you will start your own life leaving her to live with her memories, and for a few brief years she was your everything.

     Time does go full circle and babies become men and women remembering to call her on Sundays and holidays spent apart. We try to visit when we can knowing her heart would shatter if we canceled. Her picture hangs on your wall, forever young but when you do see her, age has crept up showing the lines of worry and the sparkle of love when she looks at you realizing she did a good job.

     We spend countless amounts of time trying to make a life for ourselves but forget the numerous numbers of time she gave to us never expecting anything in return. She has a picture book she keeps close by that she opens on lonely days. Her beautiful babies growing up in front of the camera. She doesn’t wipe the tears away because all mothers cry for their babies. Pick up the phone, take a ride and pick up a bunch of her favorite flowers. Surprise her with a visit when you can give her the gift of you. She is the reason for who you are and shedding a few tears with her will bring back memories that can never be replaced.

Mike

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