Happy Mother's Day (soon!)
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|Mon, 05-05-2003 - 3:58pm|
~ HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ~
The idea is to have this touch every Mother by the time
Mother's Day actually rolls around. I think we can all relate
to at least part of this.
If you send this to just one person, it should
make it all the way around by Mother's Day.
This is for all 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 OK honey, Mommy's here."
Who walk around the house all night with their
babies when they 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 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 all the mothers who froze their buns
off on metal bleachers at football or soccer 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 yell at their
kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair
when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old
who wants 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 mothers who wanted to but just
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
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 off spring are at home.
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 sometimes
until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their
What makes a good Mother anyway?
Is it patience?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew
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 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of
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?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these
school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the
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
And the mothers of war.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy
bears on their children's graves.
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.
This is for you all.