DAY 57

Day 57: MOTHERS DAY

I wrote this poem last November in honor of my mom who was battling her second bout of breast cancer. My warrior mom underwent a double mastectomy just 10 days after diagnosis. This Mothers Day we celebrate all moms, but I am especially thankful for my own. I am thankful I can still give her a call, and I can’t wait for the day I can give her a HUG.

When You Thought I Wasn’t Looking
(Borrowed then rewritten from my friend, Mary Schilke Sill)

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You burnt a quesadilla, and I knew that I didn’t have to be a good cook to be a good mom

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You insisted dad coach my softball team, and not just my brother’s baseball team, and I knew girls’ sports mattered as much as boys’

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You drove us to California each summer, and I knew it was important to visit family

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You took us to church when no one wanted to go, and I knew it was important to pray

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You cared for your staff and teachers, and I learned that sometimes family includes those we aren’t actually related to

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You followed a nurse out of ICU, and I knew you believed in me no matter what

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
You bought me stationary (every year), and I learned the value of a handwritten note

When you thought I wasn’t looking,
I saw you tending to your rose bushes, and I knew a daughter’s love for her mother never ends

When you thought I wasn’t looking, I looked, and I wanted to thank you for all the things you did when you thought I wasn’t looking.