for every mother

We are all the greatest– each

of us the BEST at this job

we never applied for– and from

which we will never be fired–

the benefits being intangible and

showing themselves in the most

unlikely moment– an unprompted

thank you or please– a concern born from

a devotion that is normally tossed

under the bed with the dirty socks

and missing game pieces.

 

None of us carefully perused the

job description– and if we read it at all,

there were pieces that we managed

to skip entirely.  We didn’t realize that

the time clock is perpetually broken– and

we are most definitely not unionized.

fifteen minute breaks are laughable

and we might get the crusts and

sloppy seconds for lunch–  (but no break)

if we’re lucky.

 

Yet somehow we stay.  Unquestioning.

Without pay– constantly working overtime,

allowing ourselves to be yanked around

by an iron-fisted grip on our hearts.

Because there is nothing greater than

being the BEST at the job which is

by far the hardest, cruelest, most

demanding and perpetually rewarding

task we will ever encounter in our lives.

About mandycregan

i'm a mom, partner, healer, writer, business owner and dancer.
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4 Responses to for every mother

  1. billmiller says:

    May 12, 2013 – My first Mother’s Day without my mother. In the past that Sunday afternoon always found me cooking supper for her, grilling her favorite foods, cooked precisely to her liking, served up with delicious red wine at home in the company of family. Can’t say we didn’t see her departure coming (she left us exactly one month ago). The release from her bed-ridden suffering was the only silver lining that day. “So how are you coping?” my friends ask. Mostly OK, but every once in awhile the grief comes full force, usually thankfully when I am alone with my tears. Losing Dad was easy compared to this (alas, I knew it would be).
    I’m not at all haunted by regret, but for those of you still lucky enough to have your mother, it is impossible to say too many times, “I love you, Mom, I love you so much, you have no idea.”

    —Bill

    • mandycregan says:

      thank you so much for sharing, Bill. There is definitely nothing like the love of a mother– nor the unquestioned devotion of a child for his or her mother. Sounds like you are an amazing son. Your mother was blessed to have you, as I know you were to have her.

  2. bill miller says:

    thank you, Mandy. I hesitate to include an outside link on your blog, but in this case I would like to share with you music that I’ve kept in steady rotation at my house over these last few weeks. I’ve been listening to music by the English group Ishq. One piece in particular is beautiful beyond words, “Bhakti.” The word “bhakti” comes from Sanskrit and means “pure spiritual devotion.”
    preview.tinyurl.com/bofrswm

    • mandycregan says:

      Bill, thanks for including the link to “bhakti.” I was finally able to check it out this evening. It’s stunning. Thank you so much for sharing it. I hope you’re well.

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