A Mother's Torment   By Dom Caruso 

A little girl lies in bed and falls asleep holding her favorite doll.  She looks up at the blue sky as she clings to one of her daddy's fingers with her little hand, barely able to keep up to him. These things and others will fill her thoughts and heart for a lifetime. Young at heart, the world waiting, she looks into her young mans eye's and wonders if he is her prince.

 She wonders if her son would look like him. In the eyes of love, the world holds much promise for the young woman. Her days are full of eyes that twinkle in broad daylight and surrender a tear at sunset for only her to see. One day the first love in her life, her daddy tells her that he can't be with her for her whole life, only the rest of his.

He makes her promise that when that day comes along that she will live her life for him, because she is him. Then he is gone and she remembers her promise to her first love.

A son is born and the young woman is a young mother. Now she knows what few men can possibly conceive. The bond between her and her little boy is twice as strong as the bond between any father and son. Does he look like his father? No. Nature dictates the boy's look like their mother and little girl's look like the fathers.

Once again the rose bush of life has produced a flower and she sees a yellow rose in her little boys eyes. If he is fortunate to have a little girl, he will see a yellow rose in his little girl's eyes. In her face he will see his mother. Life is a rose bush that produces flowers over and over again.

 Now her little boy, a young man with dreams of his own but unsure of foot looks into his mothers eyes and tells her, "If anything were to happen to me. I want you to make me a promise. I want you to go on for me; I want you to live life for me, because I am you.  Promise me you will mom!"

He too is gone now and she is left alone. Alone with memories of a new heart and dreams in a tired body.  She cry's little yellow roses as she remembers the two loves of life and the promises they made her make. You are me and I am you. 

How difficult can it be to keep a simple promise? Only a mother can know. Only she can know the torment of a mother. But in the wisdom of motherhood and with the help of God, she will live and with a special intention.

 To keep the promise of her first and last love in her life alive as long as possible. From her bedroom window, in the morning she watches the first sun of the day kiss the yellow rose bush and the warmth of the orange evening moon fall on its pedals.

Now alone with her memories and dreams, tired and weary she recalls, "Promise me mom, I want you to live for me, promise!"  A Mothers Torment.      Dom Caruso © April 19, 2001