REFLECTION ON MOTHER

I have been reflecting upon what I will be as a mother.... Some of the things I hope to give and teach my child and the ways that I can love her and make her feel that love. Since I have been reflecting, I remember things my mother did for me.... the simple things have been coming into my memories as if a flood gate had been opened.

The other day as I was snuggling into bed, wiggling back and forth to make sure the covers were tucked in, I remember how my mom would tuck us in bed. She would literally pull the covers under our chins and tuck the covers in each side. As I got into my teenage years she still did it. I shared a room with my younger sister who would go to bed before me. Sometimes I would be up late studying with just the desk lamp on while my sister slept.... She would come knocking softly and would tell me lights out.... Shortly after while I was faking sleep, she would wander in to check on my sister and plant a kiss on my forehead and tuck me in.... she thought I was asleep but I lay awake feeling so secure and loved.

I remember her rocking me and singing a hauntingly beautiful lullaby while she softly stroked my closed eyelids and laid soft kisses on them.... I was a horrible sleeper and I think it was her effort to get me to keep my eyes closed and drift off to sleep. I still remember those warm kisses on my eyelids and the soft strokes of a mother's fingers.