Dear Mother...You Know

Dear Mother…you know. You know what you mean to me deep inside yourself, no matter what…you always know…that’s what a mother does. She knows something for you and helps you achieve that. She knows you need food and so…she gives you some. She knows you need to defecate…and so she changes your diaper, wipes your bottom, investigates all the crooks and crannies of your body in ways that you find disgusting sometime before five years of age. By then, your cracks are your own, unless of course there is a deep emergency…like poison ivy on the buttocks, or worse, in the crack…it begs to be administered to, no matter, ‘yo’ momma’.

You know because you were young, too…and know the difficulties of finding your voice in the turmoil of broken homes, beaten dreams, and shattered lives within the slip of every family…no matter what. I like to remember to listen to you…because you know a lot. You know what you know and what I might know… all at once. Mother, you rock!

When I forget to show you and tell you how much you mean to me, would you please do me a favor? Remember that you already know, because mother’s always know… no matter what…they know that everything goes round, growing and multiplying…no matter what…because it did for them, and that is what makes a mother, knowing that.

Dear Mother…you know who.