photo by Nikaela Marie

photo by Nikaela Marie

How have you been feeling lately? The other day, some women I know were talking about the ups and downs of parenting. When one of your children is having a hard time, it can really consume you. Then, our friend Erin sent us this beautiful poem…

The Raincoat
by Ada Limón

When the doctor suggested surgery
and a brace for all my youngest years,
my parents scrambled to take me
to massage therapy, deep tissue work,
osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine
unspooled a bit, I could breathe again,
and move more in a body unclouded
by pain. My mom would tell me to sing
songs to her the whole forty-five minute
drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-
five minutes back from physical therapy.
She’d say, even my voice sounded unfettered
by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang,
because I thought she liked it. I never
asked her what she gave up to drive me,
or how her day was before this chore. Today,
at her age, I was driving myself home from yet
another spine appointment, singing along
to some maudlin but solid song on the radio,
and I saw a mom take her raincoat off
and give it to her young daughter when
a storm took over the afternoon. My god,
I thought, my whole life I’ve been under her
raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet.

“The Raincoat” is from The Carrying by Ada Limón, published by Milkweed Editions, via The Slowdown podcast.

Don’t you just want to burst into tears? So beautiful.

P.S. My motherhood mantra, and home as a haven.

(Photo by Nikaela Marie.)