This poem was read in my church today, and I loved it and just wanted to share. Have a happy Mother's Day!!
For All Us Moms Out There
This is for all 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 OK honey, Mommy's
here."
For the mothers who walk around the house all night with their babies when
they
keep crying and won't stop.
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 for all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never
see. And for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal
bleachers at baseball games Friday night instead of watching from
cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" 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 like a
tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies.
And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a
little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home.
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 sometimes until they
bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
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 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 need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their
children's graves.
This is 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.
~ Author Unknown ~
