Wishing all you wonderful, fabulous MOMS the best day ever!!!
(this is one of my favorites..author unknown)
All Kinds of Moms
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.”
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 car pools 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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on
metal bleachers at football or soccer 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
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.