GUILTY CHOCOHOLIC
MAMA MOMS ARE THE HOLDERS by Elizabeth Spencer M oms are the holders.
We hold stuff. We hold diaper bags and back- packs and sports equipment and dance costumes and coats and band instruments and water bottles. We hold our breath. We hold it waiting for the pregnancy test to turn or for a call from the adoption agency. We hold it waiting to hear a heartbeat. We hold it while we watch to see if they make the basket or score the goal or hit the note or get the letter or pass the test. We hold it while we look for the text or the headlights in the driveway. We hold secrets. We hold our children’s untold stories and unshared struggles. We hold what
We hold our babies. We hold our big kids. We hold them in the morning’s earliest hours and night’s deepest hours. We hold them when they’re crying. We hold them when they’re scared. We hold them when their hearts are broken, while our own hearts break, too. We hold hands. We hold them crossing the street. We hold them walking into a new classroom. We hold them waiting to see what will happen, what the news will be. We hold them in celebration. We hold them to comfort and reassure them.
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