_________________ Your Admin, Gene. -=People who ask our advice almost never take it. Yet we should never refuse to give it, upon request, for it often helps us to see our own way more clearly. =-
If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way
around the world by Mother's Day.
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 (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.
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.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally
unappreciated!
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."
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. (I just did.)
Thanks Gene,and jo-anne for the wonderful mothers day wish.Lucy you are one of those wonderful mothers,we all know that by the love you give your son ,a happy mothers day to you and all the mothers of the world who give so much of them selfs and ask for so little in return.Tomorrow I fly home,I am so sad as I will miss my granddaughter,but this pass week and a half was great and ive got lots of pics to remember it by.
Hugs all and talk to you back in alberta,oh my Lord im so scared of flying again.
Hugs Diane
My younger son gave me this poem along with a face cloth with his hand-prints, name and Mother's Day 2007 written on it. I'd like to share the poem with you all:
THE DUSTCLOTH
Sometimes I might upset you
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls
But every day I grow a bit
And soon I'll be so tall
That all those little fingerprints
Will be hard to recall.
You'll need a special dustcloth
To wipe them all away
With a very special handprint
That I made for you today
So now you can remember
Forever and a day
Just how small my hands were
On this special Mother's Day!!
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