Happy Mother's Day

This is one of the many email's I have recieved about Mother's Day..To you all I hope you have a wondeful and special day..you deserve it!!

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 a ll 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. A 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? 4 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.



"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all
fall."