Warriors and Wildflowers-The definition of Moms
They are doctors, able to heal a boo-boo with a kiss.
They are therapists, able to mend a broken heart with simple words of wisdom.
They are teachers, determined to teach their children the ways of the world and...
They are learners, allowing their children to teach them the ways of their own world.
They're chauffeurs and chefs, maids and decorators, party planners and coaches. They're referees and confidants, cheerleaders and reprimanders. They're there through the good, the bad and the ugly, like it or not.
Moms bend and sway and twirl and spin and always, it seems, they remain centered.
Their lives are dedicated to their families, often times leaving them without time for themselves...there's no such thing as "mommy's day off." They are as selfless as a candle that burns itself out in order to give light.
Moms are love and moms are life.
They are warriors in the face of danger and despair. Want proof? Just mess with their child, in any way, shape or form. They will take on an army if they must and they will go into battle with both arms swinging. Like the saying goes, "beware a woman scorned." And they would, without a doubt, give their own life in order to protect their child's.
Moms are like wildflowers, they can weather any type of storm and still come out strong and beautiful....stomp on them and they'll spring right back up again.
But most importantly, moms are great liars. They won't admit that their hearts are broken when their child leaves the nest and goes off to far away lands. Instead they stand stoic and brave as they watch them drive out of the driveway and out of sight. They'll stand there till the car disappears, but they won't admit it. They won't admit that almost immediately their heart feels like it's broken into a thousand tiny pieces and that the pain is almost unbearable. They'll swipe at their eyes and blame it on the bright sun, not on the sting of tears. They'll clear their throat and blame it on the frog that's invaded it instead of the lump that burns and makes it impossible to speak.And when they answer the phone on the first ring, they'll say that they just happened to be next to it and not admit that they've been holding it since the moment their child left the driveway. And when their child says."mom, I've got to go now, I've got a million things to do', they won't admit that they wish the phone call wouldn't end.Instead, they quietly let go and make believe that everything is just ducky and that it's just another ordinary day at the zoo.
Wishing all the mothers here on hubpages a very happy mother's day!!!!!
