Mother of the Year Poem

When my husband was in Dental school we were lucky enough to live in a neighborhood with other struggling students who were experiencing the same trials as we were. Dental school was very demanding and the wives and mothers often felt that we were doing most of the parenting alone. As Moms know, the babies don't usually offer a lot of thankful praise to the Mothers who work so hard to care for them. On one particular day one of my friends was having "one of those days" (this phrase stirs up all kinds of different visions in the minds of mothers.) She was feeling overworked and underappreciated. I wanted to do something for her and so after listening, I went home and wrote her a poem and made her a coursage. I guess it helped. She said that she hung the poem in her bathroom.

This year this friend died. She is now able to experience the love that Heaven holds for Mothers firsthand. I would like to share this poem with other mothers in hopes that it will be a comfort or inspiration to someone, somewhere. I am sure that my friend would want her poem to be shared and she is probably part of that applause from Heaven, cheering us on.
Lots of love,

Christy






Mother of the Year

When you’re at the bottom

And your self-esteem is gone

Open up this wrapper

Take this out and pin it on.


Pretend that you’ve been voted

Mother of the Year

And mothers the world over

Are giving you a cheer.



Sit down and just imagine,

Savor their applause

For all your selfless hours

In a worthy cause.



Then stand and give a speech

That they all long to hear.

Tell them that you’re honored

To be Mother of the Year.



When your speech is over

And reality comes back

And you see those runny noses

And that mile-high laundry stack



Don’t put on self-pity,

That familiar way to feel.

For the cheering you’ve imagined

Is not too far from real.



For there are many cheering

And there is much applause

For your selfless hours

In a worthy cause.



Concourses of angels

And loved ones yet unknown

Are watching and applauding

From a Heavenly home.



If you listen closely

You may faintly hear

Pure applause from heaven

For YOU, Mother of the Year.



So wear these flowers proudly

You are being recognized

Every second, every hour

You are loved in Heaven’s eyes.



Christy Hinkson