Yes, I realize this is called the dad story project, but this was too precious to dismiss on a gender technicality. My daughter Amanda wrote this little poem for her mom (who just happens to be my wife, Karen, which is always handy). You work for decades to give your kids a good life, and you wonder if they appreciate it. Yes, they do. Thanks, Mandy.
I asked my mother, tears pouring my eyes, “How many times can a heart survive being broken?”
She smiled softly, patting my hair and said, “Until the day it no longer has to. After all, why would it keep letting people break it if it found the one that holds its pieces together?”
My mom.
She always smells like lavender.
She holds me close as my heart trails down my face & splatters on the kitchen floor.
My mom.
All she offers is comfort.
And there is nothing I need more.
Here’s the link to the site where the poem was published.