It was Mother’s Day.
Decades ago.
I told my mom I would have a baby, too!
Here is a poem she wrote after she found out..
Our Baby
Our baby’s having a baby –
We can’t believe it’s true!
Seems like only yesterday,
We were diapering you.
Our baby’s having a baby –
We’re excited as can be.
Grandchild number five
Is added to our “tree.”
Our baby’s having a baby –
A bundle in pink or blue;
A little girl or a little boy,
With features from each of you.
Our baby’s having a baby –
Isn’t it exciting?
For the dad’s side, it’s number four;
As we welcome soon one more.
~Connie Walton, 1992
1924 – 2017
Here is my tribute to her, written today for Mother’s Day 2025…
My Mom, The Rock
She never told me what to do
and didn’t map the road ahead.
She listened.
Quiet.
Steady.
Like a rock.
As I poured out my thoughts,
Not once did she say, “You should…”
She only nodded and stayed silent.
Like a rock.
And when I stood in that kitchen,
telling her I’d be a mother too,
she didn’t give advice,
she beamed from ear to ear.
As if she already knew.
Like a rock.
Although I swear I saw a tear,
A tear of joy was shed for me.
Listening was the lesson.
Her warmth, her knowing glance,
Blanketed me with comfort.
Like a rock.
Love wasn’t in instructions or advice,
but in her presence, that was real.
At two o’clock in the morning,
she would answer my email
in the stillness of the night.
Like a rock.
My mom’s face was like a book.
She proudly wore her emotions.
Steady.
Loving.
Like a rock.
A solid rock, was she,
Secretly rooting for me each day.
I know deep inside my heart,
She lives on through me.
Like a rock.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
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