Moms

Today has been a lovely mother's day. Doc got up early and went for a walk in the mountains, and picked a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers for me. Then he came home and made me a smoothie, and put together a gorgeous breakfast tray which he and the kids delivered to me in bed. He managed to find the most amazingly apropos card...so much so that I thought he'd written the sentiment himself and had it printed. And (hallelujah!) there was also chocolate. Then the kids cards and gifts were placed on the tray too. It was simply perfect. We had a very lovely day.



Twenty years ago, I awoke in the middle of the night with some words streaming through my mind. I've never been a "get up while it's dark" kinda gal if I can avoid it, but that night I was impressed upon to get up and jot down the words as they came to me.

I had never written a poem or anything of the sort before. In fact I wasn't into writing anything at that time. But I had just met Doc's mom during the previous year. In fact it was her birthday the day we met, and she won my heart forever when she told me "this is the best birthday gift I've ever received, a new daughter!" As I've previously written, I'd been essentially "up for adoption" for many years at that point, so I was more than happy to dive in and assume the role.

It was particularly touching to me to be welcomed into her life like that because her darling son, Doc, was about to leave on a 2 year mission to Argentina. Few girlfriends who "wait" for missionaries actually end up marrying them, but that didn't seem to hinder our relationship. Doc's mom became my mother figure, and she has blessed my life in countless ways through the past 20+ years. Here is the poem I wrote for her for Mother's Day twenty years ago. From a literary standpoint, I know it's not "good", but it did a reasonable job of expressing my feelings of that period in my life. And it's literally the first-draft. I just wrote it down and typed it up.
Thankfully she didn't hold my lack of poetic ability against me! Happy Mother's Day to all of you! ♥

MOMS

There are all kinds of moms in this world as we know it,
and each one is different in the way that they show it.

Some moms are dark skinned with chocolate brown eyes,
others come fair headed and make great apple pies.

Some moms give birth to their tiny wee babes,
but others adopt and give love all their days.

A mom can be found in all sizes, all colors!
She’s terrific at seeing the good things in others.

She can be very young-a new bride still be she,
or she’s found in great grandma, alive at ninety-three.

She’s alert night and morning-doesn’t count on sound rest,
but that doesn’t affect her looking always her best.

Her heart’s all encompassing, her time is all mans,
you can tell one’s a mother by seeing her hands.

From the young child who’s sick in the middle of the night,
to the older boy who gets hurt while he’s riding his bike;
from tea parties and fool hardy days in the sun,
to soccer games or school plays, she’s always on the run.

She’s a taxicab driver, a dance chaperone,
and is willing to have the whole ward in her home.

She’s constantly growing and changing her ways,
she sends children to college and hopes they’re okay.

She often times feels like she’s losing her mind,
and that’s usually when dad steps in and “makes it all fine.”

It’s hard every year to see her children get older
and seek out their own paths, and grow stronger and bolder;
and then comes the day when they return to their home,
but this time is different, for they’re not alone.

They’ve brought home a sweetheart who’s eagerly shy,
who hopes that her “mothers” love hasn’t run dry.

But never, oh never, would this be the case,
a mom always knows it’s hard to be in a new place.

So she goes right to work making life even better,
till the “new child” can’t imagine living life now without her…
and their relationship grows, of course it had a late start,
but in no time all you can’t tell it apart.

And that’s the most wonderful thing about mothers,
their ability to adapt and become moms to the others.

It’s a relationship much deeper than many on earth,
for a mom is a mother from her first breath at birth.

It’s a God-given blessing, a talent, a treasure,
and there’s nothing on earth that could possibly measure
or compete with the good that a mom brings to pass,
she controls the whole world in the child that she clasps…

For no government, army, or navy, or throne,
can compare to the power that one mother owns.

So the world goes around and comes back up again,
and it’s fair that a tribute be paid time without end;
each year we remember them on Mother’s Day,
and show honor and love in our actions and ways.

But one time a year is too small of a price,
for a mother is just, every day of her life.

So I want you to know, that though daily I hide it,
I can’t help but to tell you, I must now confide it;
Oh how lucky we are, and how blessed we have been!
You’re not only our mother, you’re also our friend.

And all through the years, through the rest of God’s time,
I hope as a mother, you’ll always be mine!

Blessings:
1.) Gorgeous wild flowers
2.) Thoughtful notes from Doc & the angelkids.
3.) Good moms everywhere.