Mom

red lights flash as they pull out of my driveway, leaving me in a cloud of dust. all i can think is, moms are not supposed to hurt. they are invincible.

moms face down advancing hordes of bullies to save their kids.

moms wade into battles, dodging sticks and stones, to pull their kids out of the woods before they get hurt...by their ear.

moms go without sleep for days on end to watch over ailing children, never tiring in their vigil.

moms drive through a blizzard, in the middle of the night, to pick up their son from the hospital.

moms are always there when you need them.

moms...hurt sometimes...and as a son its hard to see.

mom and dad came to visit tonight and on the way down the stairs to go to bed, mom fell. for the first time, i had to use my first aid certification for something more than a band aid, on my mom. for the first time since having her last child, my mom is in the hospital.

i am pretty sure she broke her leg.

for now, we sit and wait in a white wall room, with a green and purple curtain, speckled linoleum tile floor...

and a mom that's hurt.

thoughts and prayers appreciated...