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Happy Mother's Day!Happy Everyday!!!
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers
at football 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 have sat up all night with sick toddlers
in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't
find their children. 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.
For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the
mothers of the murderers.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
their TV's in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
safely.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
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 2a.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 school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?
So 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.
This is for reading "Goodnight Moon" twice a night for a year. And then
reading 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.
For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed when
their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves in the
bathroom when babies 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 purses. 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 offspring are
at home. This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their
children's graves.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them. This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to
school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got
here, only to get called from the school nurse an hour later asking to
please pick them up. Right away.
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.
Happy Mothers Day
Please, pass this on to a wonderful mother you know (I just did)!
This was sent to me by email by my friend Wendy. I don't know who the author is, but she/he sure touched my heart! How about you?!
  
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