You know me mom, nothing fancy, nothing flowery, just the pure and simple truth
You’re a great mom, and I am lucky to be your son
Through the Eyes of a Mother
When he wraps his whole hand tightly around my pinky finger, I just want to die of love! I like to hold him close to my heart will lull him to sleep. Nothing in the world can steal my tranquility.
When he runs out in the world, I want to hold him back. I’m afraid he’ll get hurt, but he himself if free from fear. He keeps me on my toes.
When he calls 9-1-1 to see if it really works, I want to scream. I have to tell the operator who calls back that it was my son, that he’s still learning about the world, and that I’m sorry. I’ll teach him.
When he brings home his first A, I want to celebrate. It’s only 4th grade and it’s only art, but to him it’s a momentous occasion. I want to honor it.
When the principal calls me and asks me to come in because he got into a fight, I pray he wasn’t hurt. I can’t help but wonder if violence was his first choice, or last. I hope he learns from his mistakes.
When he dresses up for his first high school dance, I feel so proud. I can see him growing up right before my eyes. Watching him reminds me of when he was young. He’ll remember this experience forever. So, will I.
When he graduates from high school, it’s a mix of emotions. He made it through the toughest years of life successfully. I hope I equipped him well for the real world. I hope.
And when he leaves for college, I wonder how time went by so quickly. When did my baby grow into a man? I still see his baby face in my mind smiling back at me. I miss him so much.
Mommy, it can’t be easy to be a mother. Thank you for growing up with me indefinitely.
EK, with love 