By Stephanie Swanson, April 2023
Small feet step slowly, tentatively, into the hospital room, strange smells and voices and beeping overwhelming their minds, trying desperately to understand, reading between the lines and cords. Are you my mother?
Small faces appear at the side of the bed, ready for a kiss goodnight. Can you put me to bed, mama? Kiss and a hug, and they head back to bed to tuck themselves in, alone, confused… are you my mother?
But other moms are coming to the fun day, Mama! Can you come? Please? It’s just part of the day, only 5 hours. But please, you did it before! Aren’t you my mother?
Are you coming to my track meet, mom? I’m running the first and last race, and I’m nervous. What if I get lapped? What if they laugh? Can you come be there for me, mother?
Mama, I know you’re tired, but I was hoping I could have a friend over this weekend. Please? I can message them so you don’t have to. Mother?
What can I do to help, mom? I did the dishes, folded some laundry, and washed the counters. Sure, I can get dinner started. Of course, I’m happy to. You are my mother.
Can I cuddle with you, Mama? Can I have some of the blanket? I’ll be quiet. I want to tell you about school today! It’s ok you couldn’t come. I know who you are.
You are my mother.
Stephanie Swanson Coaching 