As part of Kara’s Mother’s Day tribute, here is my contribution. From a mom, to all moms, everywhere.
At the Toy Store
The manic rush and push to finish chores,
those errands (never ending); tempers stretch
to breaking, sun cooks afternoon too long
and mothers wait for meltdowns. Then a roar
and stomp of Frankenstein feet, all spitfire,
all gloried heat, but soon diminished, set
to right (such comfort found in mommy’s might).
The youngest only reach for spinning dust and laugh.
Us mothers watching mothers, share a nod,
a look and all is understood. Life changed
at first uncertain knowing – fanning dreams
and haunting visions, banning fears of old.
The question, “do I dare to eat a peach?” was moot.
For now, how do we bear to let them reach?
How do we loose young ones from safe embrace?
(And how not?) Our greatest fears and pride unfold.
And through the worst of tantrums, there is still
no sweeter sound than their cries, no fires
brighter than their eyes – our little dragons, all.
(Yet we more fierce to defend.) By them
we learned the truth: all joy is twinned with wings
of pain (and none more worth the love we’ve gained).
With every child birthed, double lives are found:
First the babe brought forth, then we ourselves are born.
– with love, the weirdgirl