a bit pukey but quite sweet

[Guest guest]

MOMS ARE SO SPECIAL! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

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, I 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

Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-aid saying, " It's

OK honey, Mommy's here. "

This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night

and can't find their children.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never

see. And the mothers who took those babies and made

homes for them.

For all 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.

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, Mommy. "

This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their

kids in the grocery store, 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.

This is for all the mothers 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 purse.

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 children to

school with stomachaches, 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 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 and mothers without

This is for you all. So hang in there. The world would

be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere.

You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the

precious children in our world.

[Guest guest]

Sob sob

> MOMS ARE SO SPECIAL! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

This:

>

> This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their

> kids in the grocery store, swat them in despair and stomp

> their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before

> dinner.

and this:

>

> This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the

> bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

>

is Me.

Cerys

[Guest guest]

Sob sob

> MOMS ARE SO SPECIAL! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

This:

>

> This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their

> kids in the grocery store, swat them in despair and stomp

> their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before

> dinner.

and this:

>

> This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the

> bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

>

is Me.

Cerys