Your Protector, Your Mother

Do you remember running into your parents room after a scary nightmare?

Do you remember how safe you felt in their arms wrapped up in your little blanket?

Do you remember the sound of your Dad's strong heartbeat as you lay with your ear on his chest?

Do you remember how graceful your mother twirled your hair in her fingertips as you drifted off to sleep again?

I remember it and I miss it. I miss being an innocent child feeling safe and secure in the presence of my parents and oh, what I would do to be snuggled in their bed again! My parents always made me feel safe, no matter where we were. If we were home or if we were traveling, I knew that as long as I was with them I would be safe from any harm. I hope to be the kind of mother my mother was to me and I pray my husband will be the kind of father my father still is. They never told me I couldn't climb into her bed for comfort and they most certainly never turned me away. They always opened their arms and accepted me, even if it were the middle of the night.

For I remember my parents calming my fears and wiping my tears in the middle of the night, and I will do the same for my girls. Children won't be children forever, I will only get them for a short time - and because they are only mine for a short time, they can climb up in my bed at any hour of the night. I am their security, their protector, their mother.

~ Brittany