Soft

Went to pick my baby girl up from Pre K and the teacher let me know she had a rough day today. I was shocked because she loves going to school and is always the first one out the door most mornings. The teacher informed me, that Syd was sad today because she missed her mommy...that's me! I'm not a soft mother. I'm the one who rules the roost and doesn't take any shit from my kids because the world ain't gonna be soft on them. I was soft with them when they were little, kissing small toes, fat bellies and chubby cheeks. As they grew older I guess that part of me faded because I didn't want them to be screaming brats. I forget most times I am their anchor in this world that views them largely by the color of their skin. I am their safe harbor. I get so busy trying to keep things running smoothly I forget that I am Mama. The same one that kissed those toes, bellies, and cheeks. We are bonded in this life and the next. I am their past and they are my future. That makes me feel so soft and hopeful.