8 May 2011 Mom’s day In some ways, every day is Mother’s day. We all were all wombed up inside ours once, parasitically brewing and growing in a mere 9 months. With great struggle and pain, she pushed us out of her belly for our first feel and view of life. Sweet little fingers and toes, lungs to cry and scream in need, brains that keep us busy, parts that unite inside of us to keep our bodies working; Mom was the cauldron of us. She readied us for the goochee goo and gagas. (not the Lady) of family and friends. She readied us for being part of the big wide world. She did her best, no matter what we think and believe is/was the best. There is NO manual for mothering or parenting. For us lucky ones, she nurtured us and gave us love and guidance. Her love is unconditionally conditional. Really, it’s all very complicated, loaded full of angst and joy. I miss my mother. I love her to the core of me. I knew her for lifetimes and pray to meet her again. Lil feetzy with teeny toes Mommy’s watch their babies grow Rocking baby into life Making boundaries safe and tight Lil feetzy grow to walk Mommy’s hope you walk your talk. Rocking baby into life Pray that baby will live life right Lil feetzy grow to run Mommy’s chase is all undone Rocking baby into life Pray that baby is safe at night Lil feetzy grow to find That their walk may twist and wind Mommy’s on her knees at night Pray to God that you’re all right Lil feetzy take a Path Mommy’s wish is that will last She rocked you Baby all night long She loves you when she dead and gone Your little feetzy with tiny toes Her prayer for you always is that You live and grow To be the blessing she believed you so To be brave enough to let you go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just remember… when you’re not near her… she misses you. You are always and in all ways her baby.