Happy Mother's Day to all!
Lean to Light's advice today is: lean to the light your mama gave you. You may not see it or feel it all the time, but it's there, it's always there, and she gave you breath and life so give thanks. The end.
My other piece of advice? Do something really cool and memorable with her one on one. That may be a bit more challenging depending on where you live, but with the internet, virtual sharing is getting more and more common so do it!
I was lucky enough to have my mama in town so I was able to have one on one QT on the Boardwalk,
through the 9/11 memorial
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| Where's MoLo? |
but the highlight and her main request was to walk the Brooklyn Bridge.
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| Best perspective I could get on my iphone of the expansiveness up there |
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| The Brooklyn Bridge is Bootylicious |
I leave you with
Tina Fey's a Mother's Prayer for her child:
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First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street,
stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking
near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street,
stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off
escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large
windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters,
log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The
Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on
any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.
Something where she can make her own hours but still feel
intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear
high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf
course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it,
Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the
sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses
and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short –
a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and
dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be
spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing
campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of
Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab
in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have
it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I
may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once
exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is
leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,”
she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did
this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does
each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will
forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey from "Bossypants"
