To All You Moms

I found the following poem in a magazine I was perusing at the hospital (more on that later). Loved it! I thought of my Mimi, Grammy and my friends that are Mommies who are heroes to their little ones. I pray that I be even a portion of the hero my kids think I am (sometimes). Much love, Momma Wolg

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When you thought I wasn't looking

You hung my first painting on the refrigerator

And I wanted to paint another.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You fed a stray cat

And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You baked a birthday cake just for me

And I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You said a prayer

And I believed there was a God that I could always talk to.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You kissed me good-night

And I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I saw tears come from your eyes

And I learned that sometimes things hurt -

But that it's alright to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You smiled

And it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn't looking

You cared

And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking

I looked ...

And wanted to say thanks

For all those things you did

When you thought I wasn't looking.

by Mary Rita Schilke Korzan