Happy Mothers Day

I’m convinced that a mother gives birth to her child twice in her life.
The second takes 18 years or 216 months - first takes only nine.
Once the transaction is made from womb to world and they receive a ball of slime
They can’t legally send it back to maker with out committing it a crime.
In the first birth they waddle around and give labor on one day.
In the second birth they never stop running and labor all the way.
The morning sickness is over, and the morning and sickness begin.
Who would ever know that the terrible twos would turn into a friend?
From style to maternity, to a T and baseball cap
In the second birth they forget words such as “fashion” and “a nap”
In the first birth their a carrier, in the second, so much more,
They’re a doctor of many wounds and the healer of little souls
They’re and instructor and a mentor, counselor and a guide,
Always with a helping word, always at your side.
In the first birth people want to touch a mother’s stomach, in the second they run away,
Because their belly buttons have melted like a candle on their kids birthday.
They are the silent teachers to open eyes and grasping hands
They are the ones that model what it is to love in a way they understand.
Then the birth pains the come again as the 18th mark draws near
A little thought, a little word, becomes a little tear.
The child that they have carried begins to kick inside its home
Pulling and stretching for the world, ready to be on there own
The birth pains continue, until that very day
Where a mother set her child free and sends them on their way.
In more ways than one, a mother lives a sacrifice,
In more ways than one, a mother gives her child life.
Of all the loves in the world, there is none greater, no doubt
Than a mother as she prepares her child for life as they “head out”

Happy Mothers Day