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The Working Title Is…. Where’s Mom Now That I Need Her?

I had held my new job title for less than 24 hours when I sat alone, staring into the face of a tiny baby as her coloring turned a frightening shade of red. Certain she was choking, I jumped up, nearly shredding the mesh panties a nurse delicately handed me a few hours earlier. Just as I pulled the baby into my arms, this tiny angel let out the most explosive sound that allowed her face to regain normal coloring.

“Oh dear,” I said, returning her to the bassinette. And then, much like one might ring the hotel concierge to assist with dinner reservations, I pushed the nurse call button and reported, “She pooped.” After a few seconds of silence, the nurse replied, “Time to go to work, Mom.”

Mom. I was someone’s mother. What the hell was I thinking? I am not prepared for this. In the midnight darkness of the maternity ward, my heart raced, my stomach flipped and I felt lightheaded. I’m someone’s mother.

(Editors note: If the phrase “mesh panties” made you at all uncomfortable, you certainly won’t be able to handle the next few thoughts, so I suggest you skip the following two paragraphs.)

Sensing my anxiousness, the kind nurse came in to help me through my inaugural diaper change. And, thank God she did because I was not prepared for what I saw in there. Was it tar? Or black licorice? Why is it so sticky? It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and the nurse explained that this would change within a few days. I should have asked for more detail instead of just trying to conceal my expression of disgust and raw fear.

A few days later at our first pediatrician’s office visit, another diaper had to be changed, and thank God I was again in the company of a medical professional. This time it looked like she had somehow swallowed a packet of seeds. My eyes grew wide as only one thought blazed a path through my brain. “Holy crap. My mom was right to yell at me as a kid for eating watermelon seeds, but instead of growing in my belly, somehow one must be growing in the belly of my child. Please, God, no, please save my baby from watermelon belly.” But before having to confess my sin, the reassuring doctor said, “This is all normal.”

I used to think I was somewhat smart, but becoming a Mom put all of that into question. I had read all the books, done all the research, but this was the first time I became keenly aware that for many of life’s lessons, there is no manual and you simply learn by doing.

Five years earlier, this three-ring bound survival guide was a Christmas gift from my future in-laws. A year out of college and having just moved to Michigan with very limited homemaking skills, I was grateful to receive something touted as “a cookbook with a difference” featuring not only recipes and blank pages to save your own, but also an extensive stain removal guide, a succinct first aid section and even car maintenance instruction.

Now, almost 30 years later, the cover is torn a bit, but it still bears an inventory tag from the beloved retailer Jacobson’s, a whole bunch of added recipes and, upon deeper examination, a ridiculously gross amount of food splatter stains.

In those early years, I would use it quite often in conjunction with a phone call to my Mom, as chronicled by notes in the margins like the one next to the Chicken Divan recipe, “Do NOT substitute Miracle Whip for Mayo.” Maybe I was never as smart as I thought I was.

While the contents of this book were a great resource, I always knew the answer to the question the title asked. My Mom was either on the other end of the phone or beside me…always available, always accessible. But that all changed in 1995, when I was six months pregnant and my Mom died suddenly and unexpectedly.

My first Mother’s Day as a mom was also my first Mother’s Day without my Mom. As a result, the second Sunday in May has always been bittersweet for me. I have also learned there is no manual for learning how to live without your Mom either. The loss is as individual as the love you shared.

On Sunday, I will say a prayer of thanksgiving for the two remarkable young women who call me Mom. No handbook could ever describe the feeling of joy these girls give me through their kindness, humility and courage. No manual could have helped us become a family that savors a good laugh, a good meal, a good cry and the promise of each new day.

On Sunday, I will say a prayer of thanksgiving for my Mom and the imprint she has made on the lives of two girls who she never held in her arms, and yet, they hold a piece of her in their hearts.   Although my Mom was not there for any it, she was somehow there for all of it through the gift of faith she imparted upon me that led me to a wonderful man and brought us these fabulous girls.

On Sunday, I will pray for my dear friend and her sisters who, only this week, held their mom in their arms as she drew her last breath. I will pray for all those I love who feel that hole in one’s heart that comes from being a motherless daughter or son. And I will pray, most especially, for my friends who have experienced the most agonizing grief imaginable through the death of a child.

On Sunday, as every day, I will give thanks for my Mom who always told me to put my trust in God. That while my life path may be steep or rugged and shrouded in uncertainty, we are told to look neither forward or behind, but to focus on our faith, trusting that God will equip us for whatever awaits on this journey.

Thanks, Mom. That’s the only recipe I ever really needed.

kmp xoxo


My favorite picture of me and my girls. Mother’s Day 2000.

June 1995. The last picture I took with my Mom who died the next month. 


11 thoughts on “The Working Title Is…. Where’s Mom Now That I Need Her?

  1. Tracy A Ryan says:

    Katie, what would I do without your friendship? You are just a beautiful person and your writing reflects that inner glow. In any life moment, whether a good or bad one, there is always something to be thankful for – that is what I took away from your post the most. Oh, and the seedy poop. I remember those as well! XO Buddy. I’ll pray for your continued strength this Sunday as well. If we pray for each other, the prayers will come together like “Wonder Twins Power Activate” and be even stronger.

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    • Love you, Tracy. I’ll be holding your entire family up in prayer on Sunday, and in the difficult days that follow. And I love that visual, but maybe in our version the wonder twins should “form of wine glasses“ and “form of fine wine“ so we could toast our wonderful mothers! 😘 xoxo


    • Thank you, Ms. Cooper! And thank you for opening my eyes to great writers. You have “mothered” many of us into complete grammar snobs, and we thank you for it from the bottom of our hearts! 😘


  2. Dawn McDaniel-Smith says:

    Mothers Day has always been difficult for me since I was struggling to get pregnant while it seemed that everyone around me was getting pregnant or already a mom. I still remember when I was teaching the 2 & 3 year olds during our church services. The church had bought plants for all the children to give to their mothers during the Mothers Day service. I led my children into the sanctuary to give a plant to their moms. I felt so empty inside. From that point forward I avoided church on that special day. When I adopted TJ those years of Mothers Days seemed so special. I was happy when TJ grew up and married Paula I was so happy for him. Since Paula was from Australia they moved there. He is wonderful about calling, but I’ve missed his presence on special days. When my mom passed away six years ago Mothers Day seemed empty again. Trilby has been great during these last few years. We reminisce about our Mom together and keep her memory alive. I was thinking today about all the thousands of childless women and children without their moms. It made me realize I was part of two different, but unique groups. Looking back, I know that each person has her/his own struggles. I am grateful for all that God has given me: the best mom in the world, the best sister anyone could ask for, and a son that loves me unconditionally. I guess I’ve been pretty blessed after all. Dawn McDaniel-Smith

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    • Thank you, Dawn, for sharing your beautiful reflection. You are so right that there are so many women for whom Mother’s Day reflects a painful struggle or elicits an uneasy response. Our girls are so grateful for the maternal role
      Tribly paid in their lives for so many years; building them up with kind words and acting as
      their loving Kris Kringle every year. I know your mom is smiling down with immense pride and both of you girls.


  3. Babbie says:

    God bless the mommas!
    Happy mother’s day Katie. Thank you for the impactful words. I sure do love my mom.


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