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For Mothers

Friday, May 10, 2013

From the internet:

To Mothers

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 purses.

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 meant it.

This is for all the mothers who count to ten instead of yelling at their kids in the
grocery store or swatting them in despair when they stomp their
feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.

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

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 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 shootings.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in
front of their TVs in horror, hugging their children 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

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 and never
stop being a mom.
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    thank you so much
    1742 days ago
    Happy Mother's Day tomorrow, Susan!
    1745 days ago
    Your right a mother's job is 24 hours a day, sitting in a cold ice rink dealing with pain from lyme and fibromyalgia (me) so I show my son that everything he does is just as important to me as it is to him.
    It's sticking up for him after being bullied year and after year from kids that were taught no manners, no compassion and have no love in their hearts.
    It's going to school when a teacher is also the bully and showing your son that you won't stand for anyone and I mean anyone tearing them down.
    It's also respecting his wishes when he tries to take care of an incident himself when you know you just want to go into there like a mama lioness and stick up for your baby even though he's 16 yrs old.
    Nights of holding him as he cried for no reason and still getting up in the morning to go work a 40 + hr a week job and then go to night school come home in time for hubby to go to work and then hopefully get some sleep but have the baby wake you up only to not sleep and do it all over the next day and hold that child and still say I love you so much , more then sleep....
    A mother molds their children so they can become good , honest, compassionate, respectful adults and is proud when someone compliments them on how well your child behaves (best present in my eyes is a compliment on how well mannered my son is).
    A mother is a special job, you could never get paid enough to be one if they could even come up with a dollar amount, but it's priceless when your 16 yr old son still gives you a kiss before bed every night, still says he loves you and means it, will run to help if your in pain by heating up your wrap or getting your pain meds, or rubbing your feet when they are in pain.
    What more could a mom want when she has love..... I wish you a Happy Mother's Day, great blog! emoticon
    1745 days ago
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