Mother and Child: A Love that Needs No Words
It begins as a wordless devotion,
A simple assumption of love and tenderness expressed at any moment
No, At all moments, even four am feedings
And then those wordless communications, the meeting of eyes and just knowing, develops sound
It starts off as ma, a guttural sound that is a delight to the ears, because it means progress
It shows the binding connection between the two
Suddenly, the delightful noise is repeated. Now she is mama,
And the woman could not be more overjoyed.
And as the years go by, and the child adds more words to her vocabulary, the woman becomes Mommie
A person you run to when you fall off the swing and scrape your knee
Until you don't need someone to kiss your booboos and make them better
Then she morphs into Mom, the woman who attends all your soccer games, and school plays
The woman who protects you from the unknown dangers of the world
All the while irritating you to no end, causing you to lash out with hard words and a sharp
"Mother, you are ruining my life!"
Until one day when you fill her shoes with your own little girl
And you realize how right she was all those years ago, isolating you from the hardships of the world.
And then, as your beautiful angel begs to have sleepovers at grandma's, where you know she is spoiled rotten
You appreciate all the things that she did for you, gave up for you
And then she is gone
With only cold rock with her name inscribed on it in her place
And you are orphaned.