kind of long but worth the reading


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
puke 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 , hockey 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.



Remember, You can be a Mother without giving birth to a child!



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