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In the incessantly funny words of Tina Fey, comes a portion of her version of a “Mother’s Prayer” :
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.
Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes
And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.
Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long…
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord,
That I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck.
“My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me. And she will forget.
But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
As a shiny, bald-headed baby (any of you who know the amount of hair I have now may find this news shocking, but I was bald till long after two) who refused to sleep through the drawn out terrible twos, threes and fours, I can and should appreciate my mother ten-fold.
Luckily for me, I had a classically bad case of teenager syndrome which helped me recognize now as an adult that my, and many mothers deserve more than just a day, but if nothing else, sons and daughters have a reminder to appreciate their moms.
This year, Brambles Bistro has set a special menu for you to share with the mom in your life! Sunday May 10th from 9am-3pm. Please call and reserve because we anticipate seats going quickly!
Happy mother’s day to all the mamas out there, whether brand new or fully experienced. Much love and appreciation!