A Mother's Love

Nothing in the universe can compete nor compare. For a mother’s love is something only a mother has to share. Her heart races and time stands still, as she waits to hear her newborns first wail.
Time passes and children grow so fast. In these times her heart will race and she will hold her breath, clasping her hands over her mouth as her child teeters with his first steps.
  Before she knows it it’s time for the first day of school. At the classroom door there are tears, the detachment has started and only progresses through the years.
  Little finger paintings on the fridge, smiles and laughs as he begins to make friends. Hugs and kisses after stories at night. Her baby still has his night light.
    In the early morning hours to mommy’s room he creeps, he had a bad dream and needs the sound of her heartbeat to lull him back to sleep.
   Her heart melts and she wraps her loving arms around her growing son, it seems like only yesterday he was turning one.
     She wakes everyday with sadness and love in her heart. For a mother knows that the night light, bubble baths and sweet tiny hands are fading. Her baby boy is growing into a man.
   He no longer needs her to be the hero in the dark, and all the owies she kissed are now fading scars. And yet she goes on covering the tears in her heart.
     He’s off to college now, all smiles and anticipation. As she stands there at the door where he grew from the child to this man, he turned back toward her and ran.
    For an instant he’s a newborn again. Nestled in her hug getting a moment of his mother’s lifelong love
    . And before she knows it she’s home alone with nothing to do in this old house but rome.
She pulls out the photos and rewinds the movies that made her house a home.
     Finally she realizes she has done her best the love she raised him with will do the rest.
 Though in the last four years she saw him often, he has found another woman whose heart has already softened.
   They are married now and live away  from where he grew and blossomed.
He calls her every day, for he knows there’s silver in her hair, and she spends a lot of time in her rocking chair.
  Before he knew it the vibrant woman that gave him life was taking the last breath of hers on a warm summer night.
  Not ready to say goodbye he kneels at her side, lays his head upon her chest and waits for her heartbeat to fix the fear as it always did in his kiddy years.
  He hugs her tight and whispers thank you, from newborn to boy to man only a  mothers  love could have made me  who I am. I love you mom, till we see each other again keep my night light on.