for mothers...

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Subject: A prayer for

mothers...

Mothers

prayer

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 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 purses.

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. And 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. 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 2A.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!)

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