To the rare mothers

 


This one goes to the rare mothers!!!!

Rare mothers are in a club they didn't ask to be in . Rare mothers hug a little tighter because they know things can change quick.  Rare mothers hold it together when everything around them is falling apart.  Rare mothers are given an exclusive membership to this club because THEY CAN HANDLE IT!  Even when it seems, like they can't, they somehow can.

Every mother tries to teach their kids the best way they can. Rare mothers, do the same, except they have the extra responsibility of teaching their kids weird stuff like "listen to your body", "take the Afrin with you to stop nosebleeds", "is your urine dark?", "are you out of hand sanitizer?", "is this normal tired or weird tired?".  "How do you feel?" becomes an everyday question with heavy connotations and it's like they can't breath until they hear "I feel fine." Rare mothers have to hold it together when the shit hits the fan, which, unfortunately, is more often than they would like.

Every mother makes this parenting shit up as they go. Rare mothers, do the same, except as they go they have to become experts in rare things there are no experts for!

Every mother worries sick about her children.  Rare mothers worry sick about their sick children.

Every mother comforts their children when they are sick. Every mother wipes tears off their children's faces when they are upset. Rare mothers do the same, except they have to sit in a chemo ward watching poison go down their kids bodies. Rare mothers have to explain how the meds will work to make them feel better.   Rare mothers have to be very careful with the ever moving line between overprotecting and letting it go.  Rare mothers don't know of a simple cold anymore because nothing, NOTHING is simple anymore.

Every mother says to their children "everything will be all right."  Rare mothers say to their children things will be all right when, deep down,  they really don't know if that is true.

Every mother wants to guide their children down the right path. Rare mothers want to do the same! Except, for rare mothers it may be a little tougher to guide them and then step away.

Every mother loves their child. Rare mothers love their children too, I dare say they may love a little harder!!

I do realize all I have said here may be politically incorrect....see if I give a damn!

At the end of the day, they are one and the same. Rare mothers are a balancing act of the mom they once were and the rare mom they now are.

How do you say to your child in the night
Nothing is all black but then nothing is all white?
How do you say it will all be alright
When you know that it mightn't be true?
What do you do?

Careful the things you say, children will listen.
Careful the things you do, children will see and learn.
Children may not obey, but children will listen.
Children will look to you for which way to turn, to learn what to be.

Guide them but step away,
Children will glisten.
Temper with what is true
And children will turn,
If just to be free.
Careful before you say,
"listen to me."

-Sondheim