I wish I had something profound to say today to mark my third Mothers’ Day as a mom. But alas, it feels like five hundred pounds of snot have worked their way up my sinus cavities to my brain and have set up camp. I can’t stop sneezing and coughing, and my head feels really hot. Honestly, I just want my mommy. I always do when I’m sick. You see, growing up she took such good care of me when I was sick– washing the throw up out of my hair, giving me cough syrup and propping my pillows, setting me up on the couch with fluids and the remote– she always makes me feel better. She molded that into the foundation of my being: Mommy can make it feel better.
I only hope as I sneak into Ladybug’s room at night when she’s coughing and slip another pillow under her head, or snuggle Stinkbug on the sofa when he has a fever, that I’m building the same knowledge in their little hearts– mommy can make it feel better. She can’t make all the owies go away, or the nightmares, or the trouble of the world, but she can kiss it and make it feel better.
(Even when you’re twenty-seven and live half a world away. She can make it feel better.)
Here’s to mommies who make it feel better– with a kiss, a hug, a word, a look, an email, a smile. You are amazing.