[newmommy]

I love this and thought I would share :


This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers
>in their arms, wiping up puke 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 those cheer mothers whose daughters' happiness comes one
>unfallen stunt and one unbusted standing tuck at a time.
>
> And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
>football or soccer games (or in the EE parent room) 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.