Hailey Thordarson

A Mother's Love

I remember as a child my mother was always writing away in one of those little notebooks, peering up every few minutes to ensure my limbs were free of bruises. She was comfortable anywhere; a park seat while I tossed my body across all the metal and wooden edges; home on the chair, watching out the kitchen window as I run in circles with our dog Mouse. Mother always told me I had two left feet and that I could sure use a helmet and bubble wrap, especially when playing outside. It was never surprising when I came through the door with scratches and scrapes and she always made sure there were band aids and Polysporin on hand.