Happy Mothers Day!

[Guest guest]

Happy Mothers 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, so

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.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

" Home is what catches you when you fall - and we

all fall. "

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

(I just did)

If you send this to just one person, it should

make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day (in the USA).

Love,

, Momma to (Holmes) (almost 5 yow/cf)

F.

Product & Contract Systems

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[Guest guest]

Happy Mothers 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, so

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.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

" Home is what catches you when you fall - and we

all fall. "

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

(I just did)

If you send this to just one person, it should

make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day (in the USA).

Love,

, Momma to (Holmes) (almost 5 yow/cf)

F.

Product & Contract Systems

mrichardson1@...

The information transmitted is intended only for the person or entity to which

it is addressed and may contain CONFIDENTIAL material. If you receive this

material/information in error, please contact the sender and delete or destroy

the material/information.