Friday, April 29, 2005
Mothers
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.
>
>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.
>
>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.
>
>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.
>
>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.
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>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.”
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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?
>
>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.
>
>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…
>
>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..
>
>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!)
Thank you Darlene and now I send it on to all the Mothers I know!
Goes For Grandmas Too!
The WASHINGTON POST runs a column each summer listing interesting WOMEN’S T-shirts observed at the Ocean City, Maryland, beach.
Here are some examples:
1. I CHILD PROOFED MY HOUSE, BUT THEY STILL GET IN.
2. (On the front) 60 IS NOT OLD. (On the back) IF YOU’RE A TREE.
3. I’M STILL HOT… IT JUST COMES IN FLASHES.
4. AT MY AGE, “GETTING LUCKY” MEANS FINDING MY CAR IN THE PARKING LOT.
5. MY REALITY CHECK JUST BOUNCED.
6. LIFE IS SHORT; MAKE FUN OF IT.
7. I’M NOT 50. I’M $49.95 PLUS TAX.
8. I NEED SOMEBODY BAD… ARE YOU BAD?
9. I’M NOT A SNOB. I’M JUST BETTER THAN YOU ARE.
10. IT’S MY CAT’S WORLD. I’M JUST HERE TO OPEN CANS.
11. EARTH IS THE INSANE ASYLUM OF THE UNIVERSE.
12. WE GOT RID OF THE KIDS. THE CAT WAS ALLERGIC.
13. MY MIND WORKS LIKE LIGHTNING. ONE BRILLIANT FLASH AND IT’S GONE.
14. EVERY TIME I HEAR THE DIRTY! WORD “EXERCISE,” I WASH MY MOUTH OUT WITH A
CHOCOLATE BAR .
15. LIVE YOUR LIFE SO THAT WHEN YOU DIE, YOUR FRIENDS WILL NOT HAVE TO TELL LIES AT YOUR FUNERAL.
From friend Pam--Thank you for the smile. I especially liked 1. and 12.