Only a Mother can...take two!

Yesterday I talked about things only a mother can do and after I hit the post button, I thought of lots more so today is episode two. Take two…did you hear the snap of that thingamabob that producers use?

Only a mother can…

Go from dead sleep to jogging in thirty seconds to put her hand on an infant’s back to make sure he’s still breathing.

Read “Dr. Suess’s ABC Book” (Camel on the ceiling…C…C…C) twice a night for six years and still read it “one more time” without losing her mind.

Can teach a son to cook a daughter to fire a pistol.

Is limber enough to wrestle a fitted sheet onto the top bunk bed without needing to visit the chiropractor the next morning.

Invests fifty dollars she was saving for a new outfit for herself to buy stale macaroons to help send the French Club, the cheerleaders or the basketball team to camp.

Will attempt to grow hydroponic tomatoes in one night for a last minute science project that her child has known about for six months.

Has a bathtub filled with little yellow duckies and doesn’t ever bring up the days when she had time for a real bubble bath instead of at two minute shower.

Knows the location of every bathroom from home to the east coast.

Can get comfortable in the front seat of a car with a red and white cooler at her feet so when the children in the backseat get hungry she can whip up a bologna or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for them.

And one more in memory of my own mother…

Who will gather up every kid between her house and the local swimming hole in Tishomingo and take them swimming every single day in the summer. Who doesn’t care that she’s a large woman but wears her bathing suit with pride and who still remembered “those good times” up until the last week of her life.

Hats off to all the mothers, to the memories we’ve shared with them and to the example they’ve given us.