Moms!!!

[bfez1]

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, so
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 (grandmothers 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.

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
A.M. to

put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

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.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

[Lindaloo]

Oh this is great Bonnie!! Thanks!

My 14 year old has not dyed her hair green yet but does purple count? lol. She streaked the sides around her face. But, I won. lol.

[furluvcats]

Thanks...what a great read! My daughter just puts purple streaks of gel in her hair...looks silly if you ask me, but I remember a time when my hair was totally "eggplant"...."platnium"....."black and platnium"....lol Girls just wanna have fun! *wink