Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

It is 3 o’clock in the morning. I am sure you are asleep. I am curled up on the floor by my sick toddlers’ bed, trying to comfort him to sleep when all he wants to do is cry. For the first time in my life, I wonder how many nights you lost sleep to comfort me. I want to call and say “Thank you” but how dare I wake you up again?

Dear Mom,

I am watching him play on the playground and with every move he makes, I hold my breath. I worry he will fall. I worry he will not be able to climb back down. I worry I worry…

I wonder how many times you held your breath for me. Did it kill you to let me fall?

 

Dear Mom,

I am getting in the car at the mall. I came here to FINALLY buy something for myself and now I load up the trunk with Tonka trucks and little boy shoes. I never seem to be able to do things for myself anymore. I wonder how many clothes you wore out because you were so focused on me and my needs.

 

Dear Mom,

I am sorry. I am sorry I was little and I stole your youth. I am sorry I grew up and I thought I knew better. I am sorry that I did not understand how pure and deep your love for me is.

 

Dear Mom,

I get it now.

For the woman who gave me everything…I want you to think about yourself this mothers day. God knows (and now I know) you deserve it.


 

 

 

 

 

 

2 comments

  1. Lisa Switzer says:

    Yes Sweetie, I had lots of sleepless nights. I held my breath when you fell. Then I watched you succeed and that made me cry (from joy). I learned to shop resale stores and now it’s a treasure search adventure when I really need something. It’s ok, I don’t know everything either. We learn as we trade our youth for wisdom. Thank you for your post. I love you more than you will ever truly know.
    P.S. I love your Blog, too!

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