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." 
This is for mothers 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. And for mothers who 
have lost babies and grandchildren.
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.
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? 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 call or 
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, for each other and for the children we mother.
Pray some more.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
Happy Mother's Day!!!!!!

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