We’ve heard the story of the woman
who lifted the car to save her child,
and though it is hard to believe,
it happens. Faced with saving a life,
we find the hysterical strength
to do what seemingly can’t be done—
I think of those women today,
and I think of my son, trapped beneath
the chassis of teenage torment.
It may not be a two-ton car, but it feels
no less urgent. We save a life in seconds
or we save a life in years—
of course I’d lift it right away
if such a lift were possible.
I’d hold that Chevy up until
he could roll right out from under.
Instead I try lifting other impossible things:
The crush of being misunderstood. The weight
of should. The press of daily surviving.
And I think of those mothers who lift cars.
And I bless them, and keep on trying.
… And don’t ever give up ❤️
thank you for the encouragement. I need it!
You’re welcome 👍🏻
Wow, this is so relevant for me today. Thank you!
We’re so in it together! Finding grace in it somewhere …
I sent this poem to a friend who is struggling mightily to keep her son’s head above water as he fights his demons. It helped her get through that day and she told me so I had to let you know – cuz you never know where your words will land. xoxoxox
Jan, thank you for telling me. Hugs to you and blessings to all mothers.