At this time of year, in celebration of mothers, I usually send out a poem that strikes me as poignant and meaningful. This year, I thought what we might all need is something to smile about.
In the spirit of Kids Say the Darndest Things, I just had to share some of these hysterical responses from elementary-aged children when asked questions about their mom. Some of my favorites:
Why did God make mothers?
What ingredients are mothers made of?
What did Mom need to know about Dad before she married him?
Why did your Mom marry your Dad?
Who's the boss at your house?
What's the difference between moms and dads?
What does your Mom do in her spare time?
If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
Why did God give you your Mother and not some other Mom?
How did God make mothers?
The truth of the matter is, whether you're 7 or 70, mothers are magic. And whether it's God or mom who holds that magic wand, I give all the credit in the world to the women who always know where the scotch tape is, likes her children more than anybody else, and is the person you know is always there - whether she literally keeps you safe or psychologically keeps you safe, she's there.
Is it any surprise that 'ma' is the first syllable in 'magician'?
For those of you who are mothers, treat yourself to a perfect day. Happy Mother's Day. And to those of you who have mothers, remember to let them know how much you care.
Happy Mother's Day,
Roxanne J. Coady