MY MOTHER'S EYES

My mother's eyes held wisdom, joy, and pain.  But, most of all they were filled with love.  When I was young I couldn't see what Momma did, I was too busy being a kid. 

I didn't foresee myself falling out of that tree and  skinning my knee.  Or that swinging a stick at a beehive might not be such a good idea, but Momma did.  How did she know that sand fiddler crabs and cats didn't make good playmates.  I often wondered where she kept her crystal ball.  How else could she possibly see all of these things I didn't.

Even after I matured and thought myself to be much wiser, she still could see better than me.  For instance, my first true love, oh how my heart ached when we parted.  I thought, I'll never love again this is truly the end.  She wiped my tears and said don't cry over him.  He was just a lump of coal compared to you.  Someday you'll find your diamond in the rough and you'll polish him up.  And guess what, she was right.

Momma's strength and faith always amazed me, the way she could see what I needed, even when I couldn't see it myself.  She accepted me for who I am, not what she wanted me to become.  Whatever the outcome, she always loved me.  Always putting herself last to make sure my needs were fulfilled. 

Now as I look at my own child, I begin to see what Momma saw in me.  The older I get the clearer my vision becomes, what's truly important is now more evident.

I'm starting to look thru my Momma's eyes.