Tumbling down
the stairs in slow motion… sliding, falling, knees and elbows banging painfully
off the bannister. Coming to a jumbled stop at the bottom of the stairs, I lift
my head and howl, “Mommyyyy!”
Running for the
bathroom in the middle of the night, kicking my feet free from entangling
sheets, staggering in the darkness to hunch over the porcelain bowl, and I whimper, “Mommm!!”
Staring at a
confusing mess of math problems rampaging across the pages of my math book, I
hurl down my pencil and yell, “Mo-om?”
Headfirst in my
closet, digging, rummaging, searching, clothing dangling off hangers and lying
in piles. “Mom!”
Rushing home
from the post office, waving a letter from one of my sponsored children, and I
holler, “Mom! Mom!! Mom!!!”
Even now,
fumbling through my recipe book, looking for non-existent instructions, I pick
up the phone and punch in her number. “Mom?”
I’m sure there
were plenty of times she got tired of running at my beck and call… but
nevertheless, she was always there. Is
always there. We who have moms take it for granted sometimes, that our moms are
always just around the corner or a phone call away, to act as nurse, doctor,
teacher, cook, taxi, and playmate… but let’s not forget the sacrifices that
they make, to be all those things to us. The times when they want time to
themselves, the times when they are tired, sick, hungry, or just frazzled, yet
they still put us first.
Moms of the
world, we salute you!
And to my own
sweet special mother, a million thanks!!
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