Tuesday, May 06, 2008

For all the Mothers out there..

MOTHERS and MOMS> >
> > 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 Oscar 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 -- or have their own families.> > 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 she feels when she> > watches her son or daughter disappear> > down the street, walking to school alone> > for the very first time?> > The jolt that takes her from sleep to> > dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put> > her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?> > The panic, years later, that comes again> > at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear> > their key in the door and know they> > are safe again in her home?> > Or the need to flee from wherever she is> > and hug her child when she hears 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 for 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> > and never stop being a mother...> > Please pass along to all the mothers in your life.

Thanks Millie McG

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