Your hand held a tiny hand as I began my life on earth.
Little did I know then, what your guidance would be worth.
You lead me from that very moment, taking me by the hand.
Here I list the things you taught me to be man I am.
How to laugh, how to cry,
How to talk, how to read,
How to run, how to jump, how to play.
How to dare to do right.
How to repent when wrong.
How to live, how to study, how to pray
How to be tough when it hurt so badly.
How to cheer someone up who is sad.
How to deal with Dad, when he was mad.
How to clean my room (it took 30 years)
How to make a mess (took no time at all)
How to help, how to care, how to love.
How to win with compassion,
How to lose, gracefully.
How to listen, how to learn, how to live.
How to stand up for what I believe in,
How to tolerate others beliefs.
How to question, how to trust, how to teach.
First how to follow, then how to lead.
Mother, you have given me so much that I can never repay you.
But I soon realized, there is at least, one small thing I can do.
My hand holds a tiny little hand as your grandson starts his turn on earth,
And I begin to teach my child every thing I learned from you. 1
- Written two decades ago on the eve of mothers day just a few months after the birth of my own son, I decided to share it with a significantly wider audience than it has seen until now and hope it helps you appreciate the mom’s in your life as much as I appreciate those in mine. ↩