My love for you is intense.
I will put myself in harm's way in order to save you from it.
I will fiercely protect you, standing firmly even when my fear screams I'm crazy for doing so.
I will offer myself as bait when evil comes knocking at the door, if it means protecting your innocence even one day longer.
I do all of this without financial reimbursement, monetary gain, accolades or expectation of advancement, knowing the possibility - and probability - that I won't be noticed or get a passing glance.
I have become the invisible guardian of your life.
I do this because I love you. I do this because it was done for me. I do this because it's a calling and I've been told it's the most important job on earth.
But on the days when I'm invisible, the calling feels like a curse.
It hurts to be the one acting as the Electronic Police or the catch-all for every entitled pout or the annoying mom who just wants to visit the classroom to see your robotic project along with the other parents. For the person whose life centers around yours, it hurts to get shoved out of the way.
I know it would be too much for me to expect to be included in every celebration you have, every moment you experience, every breath you take. It would be a lot for me to require manners and reverence of me at all times (even when you're low on sleep or failed a test or fell on the playground or lost the big game). I get it. So I'm not asking for monumental depths of grace and inclusion from my (new!) teenager and grade-schooler.
But here's the secret to a mother's heart: we don't need much. I don't need much!
Just throw me a bone.
Hold my hand on the way into Walmart. Turn to smile at me when you step on the bus. Tell me the funny joke that made you laugh. Thank me when you get into the car without your lunch and I remind you to go back and grab it. Invite me to sit with you on the couch.
My mama's heart is like a flower: simply shine a little light on it and I will unfold and blossom, exposing you to incredible beauty and heavenly scents.
It doesn't take much light, and the results will bless you tenfold. You'll have a mom energized and inspired to do more and feel more and be more - with you and for you!
I will put myself in harm's way in order to save you from it.
I will fiercely protect you, standing firmly even when my fear screams I'm crazy for doing so.
I will offer myself as bait when evil comes knocking at the door, if it means protecting your innocence even one day longer.
I do all of this without financial reimbursement, monetary gain, accolades or expectation of advancement, knowing the possibility - and probability - that I won't be noticed or get a passing glance.
I have become the invisible guardian of your life.
I do this because I love you. I do this because it was done for me. I do this because it's a calling and I've been told it's the most important job on earth.
But on the days when I'm invisible, the calling feels like a curse.
It hurts to be the one acting as the Electronic Police or the catch-all for every entitled pout or the annoying mom who just wants to visit the classroom to see your robotic project along with the other parents. For the person whose life centers around yours, it hurts to get shoved out of the way.
I know it would be too much for me to expect to be included in every celebration you have, every moment you experience, every breath you take. It would be a lot for me to require manners and reverence of me at all times (even when you're low on sleep or failed a test or fell on the playground or lost the big game). I get it. So I'm not asking for monumental depths of grace and inclusion from my (new!) teenager and grade-schooler.
But here's the secret to a mother's heart: we don't need much. I don't need much!
Hold my hand on the way into Walmart. Turn to smile at me when you step on the bus. Tell me the funny joke that made you laugh. Thank me when you get into the car without your lunch and I remind you to go back and grab it. Invite me to sit with you on the couch.
My mama's heart is like a flower: simply shine a little light on it and I will unfold and blossom, exposing you to incredible beauty and heavenly scents.
It doesn't take much light, and the results will bless you tenfold. You'll have a mom energized and inspired to do more and feel more and be more - with you and for you!
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