Guest guest Posted April 23, 2004 Report Share Posted April 23, 2004 > Happy Mother's Day to each of you. > > > If you send this to just one person, it should make > > it all the way > > around the world by Mother's Day. > > > > > > > > This is for 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 okay honey, > > Mommy's here. " > > > > Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end > > soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. > > > > 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. > > > > For all the mothers who run carpools and make > > cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the > > mothers who DON'T. > > > > 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. > > > > This is for the mothers whose priceless art > > collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. > > > > > > And for all the mothers who froze their buns on > > metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead > > of watching from the warmth of their cars.. > > > > And that when their kids asked, " Did you see me, > > Mom? " they could say, " Of course, I wouldn't have > > missed it for the world, " and mean it. > > > > This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids > > in the grocery store and swat them in despair when > > they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream > > before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to > > ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. > > > > This is for all the mothers who sat down with their > > children and explained all about making babies. And > > for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just > > couldn't find the words. > > > > This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their > > children can eat. > > > > For all the mothers who read " Goodnight, Moon " twice > > a night for a year. And then read it again. " Just > > one more time. " > > > > This is for all the mothers who taught their > > children to tie their shoelaces before they started > > school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro > > instead. > > > > This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to > > cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. > > > > This is for every mother whose head turns > > automatically when a little voice calls " Mom? " in a > > crowd, even though they know their own offspring > > are at home -- or even away at college. > > > > This is for all the mothers who sent their kids 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 mothers whose children have gone astray, > > who can't find the words to reach them. > > > > For all the mothers who bite their lips until they > > bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. > > > > For all the mothers of the victims of recent school > > shootings, and the mothers of those who did the > > shooting. > > > > 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. > > > > This is for all the mothers who taught their > > children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home > > safely from a war. > > > > 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 in her 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 panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. > > when you just want to hear their key in the door and > > know they are safe again in your home? > > > > Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug > > your child when you hear news of a fire, a car > > accident, a child dying? > > > > The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our > > thoughts are 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. For all of us... > > > > Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we > > can. Tell them every day that we love them. And > > pray. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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