Mommy School

Last night, my daughter and I were preparing dinner and a conversation ensued about learning. I was trying to instill in her the importance of school and practice in order to learn a new skill. And, she quickly responded, “yes, just like you did to be a Mommy.” Ok, this was news to me. “Honey, do you think Mommy went to school to learn to be a Mommy?” “Yes, Mommy.” “Where is Mommy school honey?” “The gym.” Huh? “You think Mommy goes to school at the gym?” “Yep, come on let’s check on how the pizza is doing.” Well, I had to chuckle. Mommy school. Don’t I wish.

Mommy School

Before having a child, we think we know a lot about what there is to know,

We quickly realize that indeed it is not so,

For with a child, the real learning begins,

It will keep going I am certain until our time reaches an end,

Joy is watching our little ones laugh, jump, sing and run,

Happiness is being together for a day of fun,

Patience is a deep breath as they challenge the boundaries we provide,

Frustration is asking to clean or pick up more than ten times,

Panic is when they slip from our sight for an instant that seems like infinity,

Relief is discovering them around the corner – pure divinity

Sadness is watching them hurt by a friend,

Restraint is not interfering and letting a lesson ascend,

Pain is seeing them sad, hurt or ill,

Wonder is the concentration they exude perfectly still,

Pride is watching them excel at a task of their choosing,

Or smiling at the journey even if they are losing,

Peace is their tiny hands wrapped around us and a whisper in our ear,

Love is indescribable, unconditional and able to draw a tear,

It is thanks that I give for the angel who gives us love and laughter,

My prayer to be the best Mommy I can in this life and the thereafter.