Call me Tink.


Mother’s are like fairies. Are we delicate, flawless, and sparkly?.. No.. and we certainly don’t wear cotton balls on the tops of our shoes… but we are more like these tiny mystical creatures than one may realize.

Think about all you do in a day. Think specifically about your routines and the necessities that can’t wait until tomorrow. Think about the givens and the come naturals. Let me paint the picture..  Much like Tinkerbell or Vidia or whomever, we perform tasks and jobs completely unseen. This is actually pretty incredible seeing that we are NOT the size of a grasshopper. Sometimes it sure has heck feels like we must be.

Back to the specifics.. your families packed lunches waiting on the kitchen island ready to go in the morning… breakfast prepared and set on the table awaiting consumption…  the laundry miraculously washed, dried, folded and placed in drawers….the fluffed and straightened couch pillows that always sit just right… the liter box that is always scooped… the dog poop that isn’t in the yard… the bills that appear to pay themselves….the dishes that are always clean in the cupboard… the dinner that brings everyone back together in the evening…. These are some of the many contributions mother’s supply to their family, sight unseen. And let’s not forget how often we are speaking and no one seems to be listening to a word… Are they hearing jingle bells or what?…

It is very easy to get lost in the abyss of invisibility and forget that we are so needed. All these things we do, we do out of love and we are loved for it. We instinctively take care of our families the best way we know how. We don’t need medals, badges, money, or certificates… the hugs, kisses, smiling faces, and love of our family is the greatest prize of all.


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