Fwd: For all the mothers (OT Long)

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In a message dated 3/5/01 7:56:32 PM Pacific Standard Time, DrCaCary writes:

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> Subj:For all the mothers

> Date:3/5/01 12:28:32 PM Pacific Standard Time

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> From: CCary@... (Cherri Cary)

> To: drcacary@...

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> For All the Mothers

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> This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at

> football games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when

> their kids asked, " Did you see me? " they could say, " Of course, I wouldn't

> have missed it for the world, " and mean it.

>

> This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in

> their arms, wiping up barf laced with Mayer wieners and cherry

> Kool-Aid saying, " It's OK honey, Mommy's here. "

>

> This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find

> their children.

>

> This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.

>

> And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

>

> For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the

> mothers of the murderers.

>

> For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of

> their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,

> safely.

>

> For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween

> costumes.

>

> And all the mothers who DON'T.

>

> What makes a good Mother anyway?

>

> Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

>

> The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on

> a shirt, all at the same time?

>

> Or is it heart?

>

> Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down

> the street, walking to School alone for the very first time?

>

> The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to

> put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

>

> The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear

> news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?

>

> So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children

> and explained all about making babies.

>

> And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't.

>

> This is for reading " Goodnight, Moon " twice a night for a year. And then

> reading it again. " Just one more time. "

>

> This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the

> grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired

> 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

>

> This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their

> shoelaces before they started school.

>

> And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

>

> For all the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed -

> when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

>

> Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't

> stop.

>

> This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair

> and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

>

> This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their

> daughters to sink a jump shot.

>

> This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice

> calls " Mom? " in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at

> home.

>

> This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's

> graves.

>

> This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the

> words to reach them.

>

> This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with

> stomach-aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only

> to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick

> them up. Right away.

>

> This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep

> deprivation.

>

> And mature mothers learning to let go.

>

> For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

>

> Single mothers and married mothers.

>

> Mothers with money, mothers without.

>

> This is for you all.

>

> " Home is what catches you

> when we fall -

> and we all fall. "

>

> Please pass this to

> a wonderful mother you know.

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