MOTHERS and MOMS

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MOTHERS and MOMS

 

 

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 th ey 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 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....

 

We should all take a cruise!

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Thank you for this moving testimony to motherhood.