Fw: OT-- Happy Mother's Day 2003

[Guest guest]

Happy Mother's Day 2003

The idea is to have this touch every Mother by the time Mother's Day

actually rolls around. I think we can all relate to at least part

of this.

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 Mayer

wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, " It's OK honey, Mommy's here. "

Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they 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.

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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal

bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of

watching from 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 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

like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and

explained all about maki ng 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 t! he mothe rs 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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little

voice calls " Mom? " in a crowd, even though they know their own off

spring are at home.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids 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 mothers whose children have gone astray, 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 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 fire, a car accident, a child dying?

For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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 put pinwheels and teddy bears on

their children's graves.

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.

So hang in there.

Please pass along to all the Mom's 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)