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> HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
>
>
> 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.
>
> 'Home is what catches you when
> you fall - and we all fall.'
>
> Please pass this to all the
> wonderful mothers you know.
>
> (I just did!)
>
>
> HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
>
>
> 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.
>
> 'Home is what catches you when
> you fall - and we all fall.'
>
> Please pass this to all the
> wonderful mothers you know.
>
> (I just did!)
>
