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Very nice... I recieved one similar from a co-worker.
Don't mind the format this is the way I recieved it.

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.
> >>>>
> >>>> 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 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 or have their own families.
> >>>>
> >>>> 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 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!)