Celebrating ALL the Mamas!

Moms!

Celebrate YOURSELVES! Dance! Sing! You are doing what needs doing every damn day!
No matter the age, phase, stage, grade or graduation year these KIDDOS will always be OURS. Pregnancy ends, (FINALLY!) and all the waiting, planning, birthing classes, baby showering and what to be “expecting” is over. For some of us reality hit on way drive to the hospital..that an ACTUAL CHILD COMES HOME WITH YOU strapped into that shiny new car seat! From the moment of birth, Mamas begin to feel loss. Infancy is a total blur. The breast or the bottle propels all of us forward to high chairs and sippy cups. Crazy fast crawling away from diaper changes becomes a new goal of pulling up,up up on everything! Look! Look! Now begins cruising sofa cushions, coffee table and then tentatively taking tiny fat footed steps. Little pink piggy toes grasping the floor. Eyes wide and chubby-bunny arms reaching out towards MAMA! Toothless drooling toddlers transform into 2, 3 and 4 year olds who are testing. Always testing. No Mama. No no no nooooo! We Mamas know the importance of helping navigate safe landings for all of those big feelings. We also know that losing our minds occasionally is TOTALLY NORMAL! Diapers to potty seats we take a huge leap forward at light speed to the sound of pounding. Why is this door locked?!?! Privacy Mom! I need PRIVACY! Well so did we once! Didn’t we Mamas? Didn’t we just? Once our babies begin spreading their wings, either in rebellion or responsibility, they will continue unraveling their baby blanket silken strings until the last thread is gone. Mamas know instinctively we HAVE to let them fly, flounder, fail on repeat. A Mama’s heartbreak, delivered by the stork has been officially notarized on the birth certificate next to the inky footprints. As we help you pack to move away…echoing memories of cautionary catchphrases ring in our own ears. Don’t let go of Mommy’s hand! Watch for cars! Wear your seatbelt! Always wear clean underwear without any holes in case you wind up in an ambulance ! A Mother’s hope is that one day our children and their children and their children’s children might come to understanding the selfless significance of their Mother’s lifelong body of work. These kids may have grown and flown, but don’t let them forget it’s the Mamas who have formed their foundations from the deepest love a person could ever know or give to another.