I have always loved school, so when I was younger, I hated to have to stay home when I was sick. What made it okay was my mom would set me up on the couch with a nice warm blanket and pillows, and let me watch TV all day. She’d bring me soup and 7-Up and crackers, a grilled cheese sandwich if I was up to it. She’d give me medicine and provide general comfort. In this way, she taught me how to rest and care for myself. She also taught me that sometimes it’s okay, even if you aren’t sick, to take a mental health day, stay in your pjs all day and eat junk, watch movies or read books and take naps if that’s what you need to do.
Thanks for that, Mom. For that and for everything else. And to all the mothers out there, thanks for what you are doing, for how hard you are trying, for your soft and gentle presence, for your love and forgiveness, for the mess and the wreck of it, for staying even when it’s really, really hard and you want to run away from home.
And for those of you who, through various circumstances, have had to become your own mother, may there be some motherly grace, some wisdom, some kindness in your life today that softens that reality, and may you know that you are loved.