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 f or 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 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 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.
his 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
patie nce? 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?< B>
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.
is 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 mom..
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 or
mother figure you know.
(I just did!)
