wish i could remember everything
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It’s too bad we don’t remember the nine months before we were born. It’s unfortunate that we don’t remember the fact that we didn’t pay for the food that we ate before we got here. It’s unfortunate that we don’t remember who comforted us when we cried, or cared for us when we were wet or hungry. It is even more unfortunate that we don’t have the capability to remember the first time we heard the words “I love you.” It’s unfortunate that we don’t remember the promises that were kept while we were inside the womb. It’s unfortunate that we don’t remember the mothers who decided not to drink or smoke during pregnancy. It’s sad that we can’t remember who prayed for us during that time.
We don’t remember the first words in our vocabulary. We can’t rewind the tape to view the childhood spills that led to emergency room visits. We don’t remember the innumerable times that she stayed up all night nursing us back to health. We can’t recall the many lessons she imparted to us in an effort to teach us right from wrong.
You can’t remember all of the effort she expended on your behalf. She was there to hold you and console you. You don’t have firsthand knowledge of the ways that you disappointed her or broke her heart, because she selflessly protected you even from her own pain.
There is no way to compensate the person who gave you life. But you can send her a handwritten letter. You can write a poem for her. You can express your appreciation in a myriad of ways. The manner of your expression is not important, but you should make it your business to let her know that without her love and guidance, you would not be who you are today. The power of a mother’s love is indescribable. The bond between mother and child is eternal. We salute our mothers and our mothers’ mothers. We love you. We thank God for you.
Peace.
Munson Steed
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