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When We Mother


Well Deserved Mother’s Day!

The Waiting

Motherhood happens at 2 a.m. It’s not necessarily known for its convenience.

{Let me just say that, yeah, it happens at 2 p.m. too, during moments that were planned for, but right now we’re going to talk about the 2 a.m. motherhood because that’s the motherhood where the rubber meets the road.}

It’ll happen when your child is tenths of a second away from crying out into the night. You’ll wake up right before the peel of her thunder because you detect the storm the same way dogs and horses do before tornadoes. In those few ticks before she cries, your body becomes alert and ready to field what’s coming. You’re tired and spent and honestly haven’t felt like your batteries have been adequately charged in about 10 years, but right now none of that matters because this is what you are here for. You are here to be a mom.

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Author: ridicuryder

Cloaked & Variable Character(s) who only make sense if read from the beginning - start at the Ride Along Reader's Guide (Nov 2012) then pick up Contraption Attachment Disorder from July 2012. RidicuRyder is a fictional adventure layered over an actual trip. Our Adventurers have strange takes on things like Lisps, Motorcycles, Montreal Steak Spice, Mental Health and The End of the World (Evolving our species just sorta happens by accident). New for 2013 - opinion pieces in between trip stories.

3 thoughts on “When We Mother

  1. For a second I thought I’d missed Mother’s Day, then I realised it falls in March here in England.
    I’m pleased you decided to reblog this piece. It’s deserving of an audience because it’s beautifully written and moving. I hope it strikes a chord with a lot of people. I know it touched me!

  2. I think there should be a mother’s day for people with crummy mothers. There are no cards for that, no touching blog posts about the mothers who didn’t get up at 2am.

    • Jay,

      I’ve seen a couple of funny/sad posts…you can also read between the lines on some. 🙂

      I doubt a dedicated day for lousy mothers would fly. Maybe you’ll have to settle for hanging a “Mom” stocking each Xmas with a lump of coal in it.


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