A mother’s prayer for her child

In the spirit of Mother’s Day, I take a look back at my first days as a mom and share this absolutely touching and hysterical ‘prayer’ by one of my mom crushes, Tina Fey. 
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half, and stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the nearby subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock N’ Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance.Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes. And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For Childhood is short — a Tiger Flower blooming. Magenta for one day –And Adulthood is long and Dry-Humping in Cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, for I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 a.m., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck.
“My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me. And she will forget.
But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.

Pictures by: Christa Scott
  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621583708619783152 Christa Scott

    I love this poem, love these photos and love you! Happy Mother’s Day to one BA supermom!!

    • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836359343389675064 Bethann Wagner

      Thank you, Christa! Next year we will be celebrating Mother’s Day together! I can not wait! Love you!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/04596010661019307528 Alexandra Bigley

    I love this Bethann! You’re amazing and I hope you are enjoying every bit of your Mother’s Day!

    xx,
    Alex
    http://www.sfshopgirl.blogspot.com

    • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15836359343389675064 Bethann Wagner

      Thank you, Alex! Mother’s Day was absolutely amazing.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01310655213201963318 Carissa Garcia

    This is wonderful. 🙂