In other words, I am, as a mom, completely and utterly the product of what I experienced in my own mother growing up. And someday, I imagine, Cosette will say the same thing, as will all my children. And I hope and pray every day that the memories they have, the lessons they learn, will be just as sweet as the ones I have from my own mom.
I was cleaning out my e-mail inbox this afternoon and found a letter that mom had sent me over five years ago, right after Cosette was born. It contained a poem-type essay that she had read somewhere. It was like hearing my mom's voice in my head all over again, so I wanted to share it with you all:
Somebody said that a child is carried in its mother's womb for nine months.>Somebody does not know that a child is carried in its mother's heart >forever.>>Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've >had>a baby.>Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, normal is history.>Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.>Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.>Somebody said being a mother is boring.>Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.>Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good.">Somebody mistakenly thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.>Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices.>Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a>golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.>Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.>Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.>Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.>Somebody doesn't have five children.>Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing>questions in the books.>Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose.>Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.>Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of>kindergarten.>Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand >tied>behind her back.>Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.>Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.>Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a>mother's heartstrings.>Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.>Somebody never had grandchildren.>Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell >her.>Somebody isn't a mother.
(This poem is Salmon-colored in honor of my mom )
Let me encourage you all----if your mom is still alive, go and give her a hug today. Tell her how much you love her. I know it sounds cliche, but you honestly don't know when it will be the last chance that you have. A mother is way too good of a thing to take for granted :)