For most the mothers around here
The day will come with accolades
She’ll get a carnation, dinner in bed
And adoration through the day
But there’s a group of mom’s out there
Who’s day will go differently
They’ll feed the horses, check the stock
And go on with the routine
Breakfast in bed’s an after thought
When in a 3 horse slant she’s fed
But the gesture loses a bit of grandeur
When you can see the stove from bed
A romantic night out or getaway
is probably not in store
cause all the families needed
to water and to chore
She’s celebrating her day
In a town she probably can’t name
Towns with rodoe’s
Are kind of funny that-a-way
So unless the Casey’s
Has got a hallmark aisle
Or the kwik trip or conoco
Has updated their mothers day file
So her day will probably be void
Of the little charms other moms get
Flowers, candies, chocolates,
Gifts that haven’t been bought yet.
But without complaint or negative word
She cheers on her kids, pen in hand
Documenting every run and ride
From her perch within the stands.
She is the forgotten hero
As her kids pursue western dreams
Dad connects behind the chutes
Mom feels like shes in the wings.
But she would never utter a word
About the rodeo life she lives
Because her kids and family
Is part of who she is.
On Mother’s day, thousands and tens of thousands of Mom’s will wake up in a trailer or motel room, surrounded by their families. Instead of breakfast in bed, a carnation on her collar, or a day at the spa, she will haul gear bags and tack to little areans in unnamed towns because that is where here kids are competing, be it rodeo, cowboy racing, or horse shows. She will wake up in small towns like Oswego, Kansas; Marshalltown, Iowa; Spanish Fork, Utah; or Mineral Wells, Texas. All of these places are not famous for their Mother’s day celebrations. But without complaint, they will rise, help their son’s with their gear, saddle their daughters barrel/goat/pole horses, and without complaint serve their families and their kids. I have been involved with youth rodeo for the last 7 years and have never once heard a mom say, “I would rather be…” or “I wish I was…”. Ranch Mom’s, Rodoe Mom’s, and Western Mom’s know what they are in for and they sacrifice more than others. This is a thanks to them and all they do. Happy mothers day.