to all the mothers,,,,
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THIS IS FOR MOTHERS
>
> This is for all the mothers who DIDN'T win Mother of the Year in 2000
> · All the runners-up and all the wannabes
> · The mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care.
>
> This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers
> at
> soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when
> their
> kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" they could say, "Of course, wouldn't
> have
> missed it for the world," and mean it.
>
> 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
> Cool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
>
> 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
> · For the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting,
> · and the mothers of the murderers
> · 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 run carpools and make cookies and sew
> Halloween costumes ... and all the mothers who DON'T.
>
> 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 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 need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear
> news
> of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?
>
> I think so.
>
> So 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.
>
> This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year ... and
> then
> reading it again, "Just one more time."
>
> This is for all the mothers who mess up--who yell at their kids in the
> grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired
> 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner.
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their
> shoelaces before they started school ... and for all the mothers who
> opted
> for Velcro instead.
>
> For all the mothers who bite their lips--sometimes until they bleed--when
> their 14-year-olds dye their hair green ... who lock themselves in the
> bathroom when babies 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 purses.
>
> 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 offspring are at
> home.
>
> This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's
> graves.
>
> This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
> words to reach them.
>
> This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomach
> aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get
> calls from the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick
> them
> up ... right away.
>
> 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. |
