This is for the mothers....
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 them 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
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.
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 on 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 thought they know their own
offspring are at home--or even away at college-or have their own
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
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 AM to
put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2AM when you just hear their
key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
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 all. For all of us.....
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
everyday that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom.
AMNESIA: Condition that enables a woman who has gone
through labor to make love again.
DUMBWAITER: One who asks if the kids would care to
FAMILY PLANNING: The art of spacing your children the proper distance
apart to keep you on edge of financial disaster.
FEEDBACK: The inevitable result when your baby doesn't appreciate the
FULL NAME: What you call your child when you're mad at him.
GRANDPARENTS: The people who think your children are wonderful even
though they're sure you're not raising them right.
HEARSAY: What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.
IMPREGNABLE: A woman whose memory of labor is still vivid.
INDEPENDENT: How we want our children with older siblings.
OW: The first word spoken be children with older siblings.
PUDDLE: a small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry
shoes into it.
SHOW OFF: a child who is more talented than yours.
STERILIZE: What you do to your first baby's pacifier.
TOP BUNK: Where you should never put a child wearing Superman pajamas.
TWO MINUTE WARNING: When the baby's face turns red and she begins to
make those grunting noises.
VERBAL: Able to whine in words.
WHODUNIT: None of the kids that live in your house.
WEEKEND: When Dad gets to play golf while Mom catches up to the laundry,
cleans the house, runs errands, etc.
The following answers were given by young children
to these questions:
Why did God make mothers?
Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
How did God make mothers?
He made my Mom just the same like he made me.
He just used bigger parts.
Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.
What kind of little girl was your Mom?
My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
How did your Mom meet your dad?
Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.
What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
His last name.
Why did your Mom marry your dad?
She got too old to do anything else with him.
What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
About 30 years.
Describe the world's greatest Mom:
She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.
Is anything about your Mom perfect?
Just her children
What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
On the inside she's already perfect. Outside,
I think some kind of plastic surgery.
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping
Age 15: Looks at herself and sees: Cinderella/Sleeping
Beauty/Cheerleader, or if she is PMS'ing: sees:Pimples/UGLY ("Mom, I
can't go to school looking like this!")
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees: "too fat/too thin,
too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but
decides she's going out anyway.
Age 30: Looks at herself and sees: "too fat/too thin,
too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but
decides she doesn't have time to fix it so
she's going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees: "too fat/too thin,
too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but says,
"At least, I'm clean" and goes out anyway.
Age 50: Looks at herself and sees I am" - and goes
wherever she wants to.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the
people who can't even see themselves in the mirror
anymore. ...goes out and conquers the world.
Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and
ability - goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a red hat
and goes out to participate in the world.
Age 90: Can't see and doesn't worry about it!