Sometime ago, I received this email from a friend on Mother’s Day. I would like to share this with you. We all get good email content sometimes, the kind that could make us cry and this is one of them. This is worth sharing. It’s unfortunate that I don’t know who wrote this. Whoever the writer is, i think ‘she’ has a beautiful heart and I wish to thank ‘her’ for writing and sharing such a beautiful piece.
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 purses;
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 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; who, when their kids asked, “Did you see me, Mom?” could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
It’s 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 mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them; and for all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds die their hair green.
This is for the mothers of the victims of 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? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache she feels when she watches her child disappear down the street, walking to school alone, for the very first time?
Or is it the jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 AM to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby? Is it the panic, years later, that comes again at 2 AM, when she just wants to hear the key in the door and know her child is home and safe?
Or is it the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears 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 for mature mothers learning to let go; for working mothers and stay-at-home mothers; single mothers and married mothers; mothers with money and 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 our kids every day that we love them, and never stop being a mother.
Please pass this on to a wonderful mother you know.
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