The Beginning

Notice that I didn't include writer as one of the many hats I wear, its not. If you choose to read this blog be forewarned that grammar and spelling are not my strong suite.

Hat of a Mother:

I recently had the chance to listen to a song from Michael McLean entitled "Lullaby for Me", it went something like this:

This hasn't been a day that I would call my best. I'd give myself a failing grade if this had been a test. I did not comfort you when you were all alone I was to busy crying through some problems of my own. Today I have not been the mom you needed me to be and tonight I wish that you could sing the lullaby to me.

I'm glad that you could sleep, I wish that I could too. I'm sorry that today I wasn't really here for you. I must have slipped away to some far distance land where I'm the child who cries until her mother takes her hand. Today I haven't been the mom you needed me to be and tonight I wish that you could sing the lullaby for me.

Tomorrow I'll reclaim my proper place. And I'll tuck you in and gently kiss your face. I'll do those things the moms suppose to do and I'll know what those things should be cause tonight I need them to.

This hasn't been a day that I want to repeat. I'm sorry I could only say I'm sorry while you sleep. Today I haven't been the mom you needed me to be and tonight I wish that you could sing the lullaby for me. Tonight I need someone to sing a lullaby for me.

Wearing the hat of a mother is not always an easy thing, and like the words of this song I sometimes miss the mark and am not the mom I should be.

So I end this beginning with the hope and desire that tomorrow I will do a better job wearing this particular hat.