Thanks, here is one I got that I liked... (Sorry it is a little long) Happy 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 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 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 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.
