Mother's Day - the Dialogue of Love

As a mother - I cannot quite find the words that help me express all the emotions that come with this blessing of the titles of motherhood.  My kids are all adults now and we laugh and joke and I genuinely enjoy them.  I think the feeling is mutual.  For you young mother’s out there I wanted to see if you notice some of the things that I did with mine when they were young.  There is a code language used by children to when calling their mothers…in my house the words were used like this:

Mom – almost always when they want or don’t want something, which means always…all the dingdongdadgummit hallelujah time.  “Mom can I…mom why is it…mom I don’t want to…mom why can’t I go…Mom I want…Mom did you…” It was all the time, do you hear me?  ALL.  THE.  TIME.

Ma – has been used on occasion when they’ve messed up something as in “Ma – can you come here a minute something is wrong with…”  “Ma the washing machine is broken…” “Ma, do you know where…” “Ma you have to buy me…” the use of this term has, in my case at least, been the reason for my blood pressure rising and my bank account shrinking since it usually involves a repairman, a trip to the store, or a bottle of wine and some Tylenol.

Mommy – this heart rending term is usually accompanied by tears, screaming, pain (theirs physically, mine emotionally) a kiss, a whisper, a hug, blowing on the bloody boo boo (which if memory serves correct when I was a child serves as a diversionary tactic only) bandages, a call and possibly a subsequent visit to the doctor and a struggle to get them to take medication colored neon pink which tastes like chalk. This always results in loss of sleep, paid sick days, patience and weight since you won’t be eating until the ailment has passed the critical stage and let’s face it when you’re a mother even a snotty nose can be critical if you don’t have tissue.

Mother – used when being talked about to others who don’t know or who are not related to subject in question.  Such as in “My mother is going to kill me”.  “My mother is nuts have you heard her talk about survival tactics?”  “Did you tell your mother?  NO I am NOT telling your mother YOU tell her”  “Your mother is going to flip when she finds out, let’s keep this between us, let me handle it” (this last one is a paraphrase that may have been used on many occasions by their dad or grandparents – and yeah I knew about it or suspected it all anyway)

I admit being a Mother is a FULL TIME- LIFE TIME job. I WILL LOVE MY CHILDREN DEEPLY TRULY and FOREVER NO MATTER WHAT.  

With all that I’ve gone through with raising them, I wouldn’t have changed a darn thing for all the money in the world…well maybe a few of those 3 am feedings…the projectile vomiting disaster of 1996…the Karo syrup episode of ’94…the bug consumption horror in Colonial Heights, VA w/Babs…the mass hair grease deposit of ’93…the cupcake explosion in the back of  my dad’s car in ’92…

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL

<3 Always & Peace ∞