I think that's what moms are. We go along all day doing our mom stuff. We wash clothes and buy groceries. We cook meals and wipe counters and snotty noses. We read books (over and over and over again), and sing endless rounds of "Baby Beluga" or whatever the current favorite is.
We are ordinary, kindhearted moms. Until. Until that need arises to become MIGHTY MOM. We race to the rescue. We save the day. We scoop up hurt kids, wiping away tears and blood and hurt. We do our best to save the day or at least the moment.
My kids are grown up now (well 23 and 20), and this is what I've learned. They will never stop needing MIGHTY MOM. The scrapes and hurts are different, but I'm always going to be there to do what I can to save the day or the moment. Because that's what mom's do.
linking up with Five Minute Friday
Hi Melanie! (in case my comment was lost just now, repeating it) - I have a cough right now and actually sound like Mighty Mouse! Thanks for your inspiring words today - and you've made me laugh too. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Melanie! My name is Kelly! This is my first time doing a Five Minute Friday, and I had to come running when I saw Mighty Mouse. You made me smile with the memories of singing Baby Beluga to my own son (19). Ahhh what a time. Thank you for sharing your words today. You brought me joy!
ReplyDeleteMy oldest is 27 - the youngest 13 - and I so understand about saving the day! If I told my boys what you wrote - and say, "That's me. That's me." They would roll their eyes - but you get it - and that's good enough! Way to Go Might Mom!
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