Mothers love

She fell in love with you from the moment your eyes met. She held you with such feeling that you remember it decades later. She taught you how to speak with patience; only a mother could have. She let you learn by yourself how to eat with your chubby little hands never caring that most of it ended up on everything within a five-foot area. She read to you and opened your little mind to beautiful places, often having to read it over and over until one day you were reading with her. You missed a few words, but the stories were planted forever in your heart.

     She let you climb in bed with her when your belly ached and nursed you back to good health more times than you can remember. Your favorite thing in the whole world was laying beside her as she stroked your hair and sang you a soothing melody that you sang to your own children. She waited with you for the school bus telling you to be a big boy or girl, to eat your favorite sandwich and mind your manners. She said she would be right here waiting for you when school was over. Every day for several years she was there to hug goodbye and hello.

     She hurt a little when you grew up and rode your bike to school like the other big kids. She still saw you off in the morning and waited without showing how glad she was when she heard you drop your bike in the front lawn running inside asking for a snack. She helped you with homework and science projects. She pushed you to study hard and go to college but realized one day you had a plan of your own.

     She cried the day you put on the uniform of a marine, but her tears were of pride, not sorrow. You did your time and wrote to her often at first, but the letters and phone calls all but ended when you met someone and fell in love. You have a life now a family, career and many memories of the lady who nurtured you from a tiny sapling to the person you are today. Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and you will pile your family into the car and drive the few hundred miles back to your youth. She will be looking out the kitchen window remembering well the sound of your bike hitting the lawn. A smile forms on her face as she sees you pull into the driveway and she is overcome with love and happiness. Her baby is home. With babies of his own.

     Happy Mother’s Day to every mom out there who left us with memories that are for all eternity

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