Thank you - it's been an emotional week... I've been helping with a fundraiser for a non-profit counseling program both Scott and Aubrey participated in as pre-teens through young adulthood. The group hosted a one-woman show (from off-Broadway), very elegant; string quartet in the lobby with a wine bar and cheese beforehand. Most all services/items were donated, including the performer herself, the venue, raffle prizes and food/drink.
The event was dedicated to Scott's memory, as he was well-remembered, and he had become this amazing young man despite his rough childhood. Aubrey and I spoke before the show about Scott, and about their participation in the program, how good it was for them. They gave me a plaque in Scott's memory:
Project Touch Honors the Life of Scott Buehler Who Gave His All for Others Scott exemplified the Mission Statememt of Project Touch "Making a Difference in our Home, School and Community" Presented posthumously to his mother Elizabeth His Memory Lives
I watched the video that you made for Scott on You Tube. I am so sorry for your loss. It seems that he was such a wonderful person. It moved me to tears. You must be so proud of him. Your tribute is excellent!
I can't even imagine the pain of losing a child. AS a mother, I know the fears that only moms and grandmoms have, those irrational fears my sister calls "awfulizing", when you dream or imagine the horrible things that happen to other people and could happen to your beloved child. To actually have this happen must be the worst thing in the world. I admire your strength and courage that you have persevered through all this. I am glad you liked my Mothers Day essay. I don't know where my cousin got it from, but I know it was in her heart, too. She is the mother of 6 and her oldest, now grown, has broken her heart repeatedly with his wild life style and many run-ins with the law. When I read this, I thought of all the mothers on Spark People who have had heartbreak, and I knew that it would mean something to so many. Kris
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I got this from a cousin today, and I just had to pass it along to my Spark buddies. I know we have a lot of moms here, and I thought this was appropriate:
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 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 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 AM. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 AM. 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.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life. 'Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.'
..."Oh, bother" said Pooh as he heard the click of the trip wire...
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