When I was in eighth grade, I wrote a song for my mom. It was one of my first songs that I wrote that had music and lyrics in it. The song that’s playing right now (if you pressed play at the top), has excerpts from the first version of that song. I still really like the lyrics that I wrote so long ago because they describe how I feel about my mother to this day.
The chorus says this:
“‘Cause she was the one that tucked me in at night.
Lucky me, I don’t have to fright.
Because she was there. I don’t have to worry.
And now I know why I am here.
Yeah, she teaches me, the strangest things,
Like, how to clean, and what life brings.”
As I think about these lyrics and what they mean to me, I can’t help but think about how often she still “tucks me in.” I go to her when I am anxious. I ask her for girl advice. I call her just to talk. She is always there ready to tuck me in when I need it.
I remember a day when I lived in Texas when one night, my mother didn’t tuck me in. I remember feeling really sad inside, not liking this feeling of getting “too old” to be tucked in. She noticed I was sad and asked me what was up. I told her how I felt. I told her that I never will be too old to be tucked in and that I don’t ever want to leave home. Though I really have grown up, I am still grateful for all the times my mom has been there in my life, “tucking me in.”
I respect my mom. She has good ideas. She knows how to tell me how it is. She knows me better than I feel I know myself at times. I love her and I am grateful for her teaching me how to clean and what life brings. Though these are strange things, they certainly have helped me in my life.
Thank you mom, for all that you do. It may not seem that I notice all the things you do, which is probably true, but the things that I do notice, I love. Happy Mother’s Day.
Song: "She Was the One That Tucked Me In" composed by Christopher Froelich