You are the morning wake-up call –
the egg scrambler
the chocolate milk mixer
the ponytail maker
the missing sneaker finder.
You are the personal chef –
the cookie baker
the lunchbox packer
the mac and cheese expert
the midnight snack assembler.
You are the labor pool –
the play-date planner
the crossing guard
the taxi driver
the whole, stinkin’ cleanup crew.
You are the doctor who makes house calls –
the bandage carrier
the boo-boo kisser
the medicine giver
and yes, once even the lice finder.
You are the library reference section –
the walking, talking encyclopedia
You are the homework brigade –
the math tutor
the spell checker
the keeper of the reading log
the last-minute science project assistant.
You are the worrywart –
the broken bones
the cars that go too fast up and down the street.
Of course, you are also the party pooper –
the task master
the sugar police
the attitude adjuster
the dreaded, inevitable bedtime reminder.
You are the person who loves them most –
the sound of their laughter
the squeeze in their arms
the breadth of their imagination
the way they wiggle their toes beneath the blankets.
You are the last one they see before falling asleep –
the story reader
the forehead kisser
the goodnight-sweetie, see-you-in-the-morning.
You are a mother.