Mothers
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>If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way
>around the world by Mother’s Day.
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>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.”
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>Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
>who can’t be comforted.
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>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.
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>For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew
>Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.
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>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.
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>This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
>their refrigerator doors.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
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>For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a
>year. And then read it again. “Just one more time.”
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>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.
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>This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
>daughters to sink a jump shot.
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>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 ~or have their own
>families.
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>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.
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>This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find
>the words to reach them.
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>For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
>year olds dye their hair green.
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>For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
>mothers of those who did the shooting.
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>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.
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>This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
>and now pray they come home safely from a war.
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>What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad
>hips?
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>The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
>all at the same time?
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>Or is it in her heart?
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>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?
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>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?
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>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?
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>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?
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>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.
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>For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
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>Single mothers and married mothers.
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>Mothers with money, mothers without.
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>This is for you all. For all of us…
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>Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
>every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom..
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>Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
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>“Home is what catches you when you fall – and we all fall.”
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>Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
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>(I just did!)
Thank you Darlene and now I send it on to all the Mothers I know!
You just knew I needed something to read at the Mother-Daughter banquet at church, didn’t you?
This one is a keeper, so Thanks a bunch!!!