Happy Mother's Day (kinda long)

[Sandal16]

This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick
toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with birthday cake and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with
spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses.
For all the mothers who have run carpools and made dozens
of cookies for school teas and sewn Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who haven't because they're at work trying to keep on top of the bills.
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 and all their love.
This is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off
on metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of watching from their 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 meant it.
This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids
in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired 2-year old does, who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.
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 mothers whose heads turn automatically
when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own kids are at home.
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. And they do.
What makes a good Mother anyway?
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? Or the terror in your heart at 1 AM when
your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late
getting home. Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your
sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a
college in another city.
For all the mothers of the victims of all the school
shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
For Mothers with money, and Mothers without.
This is for you all. So hang in there.

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


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[NaomiMarie]

NICE, thanks for sharing!


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[Mouse7088]

No matter how many times I see this, I STILL read it down to the very last word...whew..it all rings so true. Love it!