My child, he cries with anticipation as I take him to my breast to satisfy his hunger with my own body…and I think of you holding me close, feeding me with yourself, before I grew up and became a mother.
My child, she looks up at me with desperate, watery eyes as I kiss the little knee she just scraped on the sidewalk…and I think of you taking my pain away with one, simple kiss before I grew up and became a mother.
My children, I tuck them all in bed at night and I pray over each that God will send His angels to perch, through the darkness, at the heads of their beds…and I think of you pulling the blanket over my fragile body, and summoning the angels for me before I grew up and became a mother.
My beautiful sons and daughters, I look at them, and I love them, and I am in awe of the pure miracle of their presence…and I think of you, with the reflection of your children in your eyes, doing the same…and I thank you for teaching me to grow up and become a mother.
My sweet precious daughter, I thank you for being such a great mother to my grandchildren. I love you so much and love being your mother. What a beautiful letter you wrote to me. It still brings tears to my eyes. Although I wish that I still tucked you in at night and kissed away your tears, I am so happy to see what a wonderful woman you have become. You are and always will be my angel.
Love,
Momma
I Love this! Did you take that from my journal!? Totally kidding. You have an amazing talent of perfect articulation. I love you. Haven’t we learned so much from our amazing mother! I only hope that I can be as precious as she is. Love you, love me, T