Mom I see you

And when I lock eyes with you I see my reflection. 


I see me in you. I see what is possible because of you. 


When I look in the mirror. When someone gives me a compliment. 


When it’s hard. When it’s tough. When I fall. When I get up. 


When I pray. When I laugh. When I cry, When I dance. 


When I read. When I write. When I speak. 


When I walk through the house. 


Mom I see you. 


When I’m kind. When I’m not. When I’m honest. When I lie.


When I iron. When I do laundry. When I cook. When I clean. 


When I doubt myself. When I have faith. When I see Dad. 


When I see our family. When I see your friends. 


When I travel. When I’m scared. When I’m blessed and I know it. 


Mom I see you. 


In all the pictures, although they are few. 


Is seeing you ever enough? 


And when I lock eyes with you I see my reflection. 


Dear Moms: I see you. 


When you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see. When you’re harassed.


When it’s hard to love yourself. When it’s difficult. When you make a mistake. 


When you have regrets. When you’re sad. When you’re mad. 


When you don’t know how to pray. When you can’t find the strength. 


When you’re unsure how you’re going to get through. When you smile.


When the tears can’t help but fall. When you buss a two step. When you’re alone. 


When you’re feeling lonely. When you want to scream. When you do. 


When you go to work anyway. When you’re stressed. When your hair is slayed. 


When your heels are high. When your head is too. When you cook and clean. 


When you’re down. When you’re up. When you pay. When you play.


When you give, and you feel like you have no more left.


When you want more, but you don’t know how.


This is for every mother who has ever wondered- 


“Does anybody see me?”


Mom I see you. 


And when I lock eyes with you, I see my mothers reflection. 


Mom I see you.

Does anybody see me? There is probably a mother(s) you know, asking the same thing, and just by sharing this post you’ve given her an answer. Mom I see you.

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