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The Ones We Call Mom
Mothers, however they go about
Will always be seen as a token of strength
While men fly away
To their jobs, and leave the women
Alone
To care for a precious child
Like a teacher
They sit at their child's side
And point to the letters and numbers
Whispering to them special lessions
For the child to remember and learn
Unlike teachers
Who's reward is a high test score
And parents' approval
A mother's reward is the smile
On her child's face
And their bubbling, gurgling laugh
Like a construction worker
They build towers
Whether from blocks or laundry
Or their child's birthday cake
Each more magnificent than the last
Unlike construction workers
Who's reward is the sun on their backs
And the building scraping the sky
A mother's reward is the squeal of the child
As they push the whole thing down
And the ecstasy of building again
Like a doctor
They cure all sickness
Armed with a cool cloth and a story
They make the child laugh
While stopping the hurt
Unlike doctors
Who's reward is a grateful thank you
And added practice
A mother's reward is the love
Visible in their child's eyes
And the ability to watch them heal and grow
Like a chef
They fly around the kitchen
Preparing sacred meals
To get their picky child to eat
Something other than scrambled eggs
Unlike chefs
Who's reward is the approval of feasters
And a new recipe to master
A mother's reward is her child's cheeks
Stuffed to the gills with food
And a plate licked clean
Like a superhero
They keep their child safe
Battling all dangers and threats
From kidnappers to moving cars
They are an unbreakable shield
Unlike superheroes
Who's reward is locked-up villians
And die hard fans
A mother's reward is her child's hand
Held in her own
And their chatter as they cross the street
A mother has many jobs
From mentor to protector
And as the child grows and matures
They will remember the challeges
That mothers have to go through
And the sacrifices
They have to make
And hope that
They can do all those things
For their own child
Someday
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Being a mother isn't one job. Being a mother is being a teacher, chef, protector, mentor, healer, all while trying to keep up with your own life. While I'm not a mother yet, I know the struggles mothers have to go through to ensure their children's safety and happiness, and to them I am grateful. Let's give a round of applause to the people we call "Mom."