‘Twas the Morning of MOPS
‘Twas the morning of MOPS, when all through the house
A busy MOPS mom scurried around like a mouse;
The shoes were put onto her children with care,
Only to be pulled off and thrown everywhere;
The children were finally nestled into their carseats;
With diaper bags and lunches and yummy brunch treats
And mamma in her yoga pants and “Fierce Flourishing” shirt
Just buckled in to head to the church
On the drive there, there arose such a clatter,
But mom knew that’s normal, nothing was the matter.
Into the parking lot she pulled in a flash,
Tore open the van door and threw up the hatch.
When what to her wondering eyes did appear,
But a mentor mom, saying “I’ll take that, dear.”
With a smile and a hug so lively and quick,
This mom felt her heart lift—what was their trick?
More rapid than eagles the other MOPS moms came,
And the mentor moms hugged them and called them by name:
"Hi, Amy! Hi, Ashley! There’s Rachel and Kate!
Keep coming in friends, it’s ok if you’re late!
Let’s grab our food - don’t hang by the wall!
Sit here and relax! If the nursery needs you, they’ll call!"
As someone who has gone down the path that we try,
Mentor moms know when to listen, laugh, cry.
We value their input, their strength, and their prayers,
And know we’re better moms because they are there.
And after MOPS we sigh, as we drive down the road—
“I’m so thankful for these women who lighten our load!”