Hooray for Mother’s Day!
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My hands are literally cracking and bleeding. My husband said to me innocently when I was complaining, “Can you just try washing them less everyday?” I scoffed, “No! I wash them when I wipe a butt, and before eating, or fixing a meal, and after going to the bathroom. Which of those should I skip?”
I was thinking about how my hands look like they belong to a 90 year old woman even though I am just a young, 35 year old mama. And, I thought of all the beautiful mother’s day poems out there about a mother’s hands. They are beautiful aren’t they? But, my hands? Not so much. Do these poems really get down and share the nitty gritty that every mother experiences everyday? Not really.
So, I crafted a short little poem of my own, which is ironic since I pretty much hated every poem I had to read during my high school and college years. But, this one came to me pretty quickly.
Busy, Dirty Hands (A Mother’s Day Tribute)
I’m thankful for my mother’s hands, which keep us kids at bay,
From destroying everything she loves, each and every day.
It seems that when I need some help, she says, “Do it yourself!”
So, then I climb up very high and reach up on a shelf.
Her hands know how to clean up each and every mess I make,
When the shelf falls down, and I move on, to wreak havoc in another place.
Her hands know how to feed the baby, while making dinner too.
They send a text, and help with homework, while the house feels like a zoo.
Those hands wipe our bums 10 times a day, and rarely she complains,
Except, of course, when poop floats in the tub, and she’s almost gone insane.
Her hands are patient when we draw on the couch with a bright red pen,
She uses them to cover her mouth when she wants to remain quite zen.
Her hands catch every single thing that comes out of my mouth,
chewed food and vomit, are just two that no longer gross her out.
Her hands clean up the crusty things that come out of my nose,
when I wipe them on the wall, she says, “That isn’t where it goes!”
Her hands know how to clean and wipe, and clean and wipe again,
They do the same thing over and over, to clean up our pig pen.
Her hands show me so many things, like how much she must love me.
After all those hands have one dirty job, taking care of little ol’ me.
-Written by crazy toddlers everywhere
Meredith is a native Texan, recovering perfectionist, and mama to 3 kids living in Utah. She has been blogging for over 5 years, but just recently decided to make her blog public and get real about motherhood. Her tag line is “far from perfect, but blogging about it anyway”. Because that is exactly what she wants to do. Her goal is to be honest and not just blog all the happy, pretty moments. You can find her over at Faking Picture Perfect.