Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This is a card from your middle child,
I don’t understand why we have to keep secrets
from my siblings, about my rank,
I know I’m your favorite
even though you won’t say it, and you still mix up our names
You say it simply means
you love us equally,
But when you call me by the dog’s name,
it leaves me wondering
Yet clearly a woman who takes her kids on adventures
loves each one with all her heart,
And you still accept our phone calls, provide prayer, pep talks,
and therapy free of charge
From road trips to boating to hiking in Whistler,
there’s never a dull moment with you
I remember the nights you defended our houseboat,
chasing raccoons with your flashlight and broom
I’ll never forget when the wise men messed up
every line in the Christmas play
You tried to stay focused and read from the script,
but you couldn’t keep a straight face
It started in your tailbone and traveled up your spine,
soon you were hysterical and laughing to tears,
The minister, the wise men, the entire congregation
joined in, and talked about that show for years
If I had a penny, for every time
I’ve seen people listening to your stories,
Before they know it, they are crying from laughing,
nothing about you is boring
You taught us to spot birds on wires, in trees,
and on the side of the highway and street,
With one hand on the wheel and the other pointing up,
it’s educational and exciting to say the least
You inspire me to write my own story, to dream big,
and to use my imagination,
You were the first person to teach me to live by the phrase,
It’s the journey, not the destination.
You taught Sunday school, you sing with the choir,
you pray with and help those in need,
You’re a listener, a friend, and you point me to God,
you’re always there for me
So while I might not be your favorite,
I know I’m blessed-
I’m one of three people in the world
who can say their Mom is the best.
I’ll respect your phone-free vacations
–my longest week each year,
But I’ll never quit calling,
Yours was the first voice I heard and that I still love to hear.
So on this birthday if I haven’t said it enough,
let me be very clear indeed,
I am undeserving and SO grateful to be the middle child
of the amazing woman known as Jacque.
I LOVE YOU, MOM!
When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I lived on the island of St. Croix. One day while perusing books at a local shop, a woman started talking to me about motherhood. She didn’t offer up the usual advice most women do to first time moms, but she told me about one of the most beautiful things she’d witnessed as a mother. She told me about the children’s moon. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about at first, and she quickly explained how children so often notice the moon in the daytime it is known as the children’s moon. I wasn’t sure if I’d done the same thing as a child. She told me to wait and see.
I forgot about our conversation, and for the next year or two, I was your typical, full time sleep-deprived mom, just trying to keep my little one alive and find time to fit a shower in here and there. Then it happened. One day, before she was even speaking clearly, my toddler pointed to the sky and sure enough she was grinning and gesturing towards the moon, seen clearly in the daylight. At once, I remembered the conversation about the children’s moon.
Over the years, both of my daughters have pointed out the moon in the daytime so often, it has always made me smile. It makes me smile because they are so thrilled with the simple things, the things right in front of us. They don’t have to search for the secret to their happiness. It’s not some far-off goal, material item they have to have, or worldly success. They feel happy; they find happiness in the world around them and in the sky above. Sometimes I wish I could meet that lady again and thank her…
I’ve learned how to stop when I see the children’s moon now. For a moment, I forget the grown-up race, and my heart feels simply and undeniably happy. I smile at the children’s moon and wonder if just for a little while, it can be my moon. Who knows? Maybe it can be your moon, too.
Oh, and here is a link discussing some idea’s behind the origin of the term, “Children’s Moon” and an excerpt from the article:
“If you begin to look at the sky a lot, you’ll often see the daytime moon, too. Everyone loves to see the daytime moon. It’s beautiful and serene, floating against the blue sky. Once, a reader in Kansas City wrote in with the name children’s moon to describe a moon visible during the day. She said this name stemmed from the idea that children can’t stay up at night late enough to see the moon when it appears only in darkness.
That story prompted another reader to send in an alternate version for the origin of the name children’s moon. She wrote:
I heard a daytime moon was called a ‘children’s moon’ because their eyes were sharp enough to pick it out, where the old folks, with fading vision, could not tell it from the clouds.”