I'm here

I’m mom.
And I’m here.

I’m here for the mess and I’m here with the lunch.
I’m here for the tears and I’m here to soothe fears.

I’m here looking for lost glasses
and hoping she just passes.

I’m here for OT and the dentist and waitlist,
For ortho and blood draws and at the ER when sick and listless.

I’m here with the fees and the plans for the worries and needs.
I’m here with decisions and listening to her read.

“Mom, I need you,” she says in the middle of the night.
“I’m here,” I mumble, but maybe, as I crumble.

Lord, who helps the helpers? Who comes alongside?
Who comes and holds me up in the dark when I cry?
Who shores me up and builds steel into my soul?
Who helps me be strong for these little souls learning life?
He says, “Come. I help the helpers. In the quiet, in the soft.

Come to me all who are weary and worn,
I give not a treadmill, but a place to lie down.
I give strength and hold up the faint,
I give rest to the sore mother’s soul.”

He’s in the whirlwind of schedules and calls.
He’s in the earthquake of the morning meltdowns.
He’s not looking for resolve, or a plan, or Advil, or advice.
He’s heard in the stillness, the quiet, the cleft.

He’s God
And He’s here.

So hear what He says:
“If I was hungry, you wouldn’t know.
I wouldn’t ask you - just so you know.

Because I have it all,
I need nothing from you.

Because I have it all,
And it’s all for you.

I ask for your call, then I ask for your thanks,
I just want to hear your soft sigh of relief.

I’m here.