Happy Mothers Day

[Guest guest]

If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way

> around by Mother's Day.

>

> 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. "

>

> Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they 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.

>

> 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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal

> bleachers at football or soccer 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 yell at their kids in the grocery

> store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like

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

>

> 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.

>

> 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 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 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 sometimes until they bleed

> when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

>

> 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

> fire, a car accident, a child dying?

> For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their

> children's graves.

>

> 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. So hang in there.

>

> Please pass along to all the Mom's 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)