Your Biggest Fan

The cookies you sent home with me
Barely made their way out of the car
And up to the kitchen…
They were that good
Store-bought are okay
But taste more of plastic packaging
And less of Love
And that makes all the difference

Because anything you do could…
Send me back to my eight-year-old legs
Racing through the hallway to the living room
In a loving game of tag
Or
Send me back to my eighth grade tears
When my sports hero announced his career was
Over
And at that age for a boy
Life feels the same way

And so you hugged me

For a very long time
Or
Eight years later when I donned cap and gown
And freaked out just by looking around
To see what was in front of me in this scary world
You would always be there to tell me
Just how proud of me you were
But you were never too busy to send me home
With a plate of food
Or
A dish of advice when life isn’t fair
A roll of paper towels when life is a mess
A new blanket when life grows cold
Because you’re never too old
To be my mom

And even eight years later
When life has challenged you
You’re still there for me
In the stands
Cheering me on
Still more observant
Than the experts
Because Motherhood trumps all
Because Motherhood is Love