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Here's to some wonderful mothers!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 Kraft dinner and wieners, birthday cake, and
cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who
have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying
and wouldn't stop.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This
is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair
and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
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all the mothers who have run carpools and made dozens of cookies for school
teas and sewn Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who HAVEN'T because
they're at work trying to keep on top of the bills.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 and all their
love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This
is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off on metal bleachers at
hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of watching
from their 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 meant it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This
is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and
swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired 2-year old
does, who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for
"losing" it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 couldn't.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 taught their sons to cook and sew and their
daughters to be brave and strong (and 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 offspring 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.
And they do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This
is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and 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 hair green.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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?
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Or is it the 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?
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the terror in your heart at 1 AM when your teenager with the new driver's
license is an hour late getting home.
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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? Or to feel the dull ache as you look in
on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in
another city.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 the 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 mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their
children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the
worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This
is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And
mature mothers who have learned and are still learning, to let go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For
working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Single
mothers and married mothers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grandmothers
whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their
children's children.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For
Mothers with money, and Mothers without. This is for you all. So hang in
there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please
pass this along to all the Moms in your life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Home
is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please
pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
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