Mom

"....
I look across the table into my mother's beautiful eyes and see a thousand things.
I see that its taking all her strength to keep from leaping up and helping the waitress clear the table.
I see how much she wants to run back into the restaurant's kitchen and wash the pans.
I see that she's worried about the busboy's tired arms, the cashier's tired feet, and that its all she can do not to take the rest of her meal out the that nice young man parking the cars.
Mom in a restaurant is a like a single guy at a party. Her eyes are always busy.
Who's here?
Who might need help?
Who has a spot she cant get out?
Who needs a dab more mashed potatoes?
Who has a loose shoelace?
Who cant read the menu?
Who needs a button fixed?
Who needs a tissue?
Who needs a shoulder?
Who needs help with the door?
Who needs direction to the restroom?
Who needs a compliment?
Who needs his faith restored?
Who needs a friend?
Who needs a husband or a wife?
Mom's radar extends so far beyond me. She's so many people's mom besides my own. A multispecies mom. She takes in every stray animal. Drives injured birds to the vet. Carries bugs outside to be reunited with loved ones. Apologizes before squashing an ant.
She travels with as much as she can carry of what everyone might need.... Her purse is like a 15 pound rescue van.
Her mind is like a purse. She has everything in there. What to do if the child at the library gets the hiccups... What to say if a complete stranger looks a little bit sad. What to write on a note that will change someone's outlook on life.
She lives to help, to fix, to advise, to cheer, to uplift, to encourage, to feed, to humor, to heal. She's a friend, a therapist, a guide, a saint.
Everyone, but everyone, loves my mom.
Me, she drives crazy."
By Cathy Guisewite

P/S: Everyone goes through life taking mommy love for granted sometimes, and no one will ever be able to grasp its wonder.