All Of The Mothers.

This is in honor of all of the mothers in the world, what they do and mean to us, and the courage it takes to be a mother. May every day be your Mother's Day...

 This is for all the mothers who probably won't win Mother of the Year. All the runners-up and all the wannabes. The mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" they could say, "Of course, wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

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." This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes. For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers. 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. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.. And all the mothers who DON'T.

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 school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?

So 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. This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year...

And then reading it again, "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner. This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. For all the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies 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. 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

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 all of you.

Hang in there, and know that you are loved and needed.

"Home is what catches us when we fall - and we all fall."

Anonymous

Pass this along to all of the wonderful mothers you know!

Contributed by: bsundaran @ yahoo.com

Thoughts for the Day

One day in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

--Sigmund Freud

Any person capable of angering you becomes your master; he can anger you only when you permit yourself to be disturbed by him.

--Epictetus

Happiness is mostly a by-product of doing what makes us feel fulfilled.

--Dr. Benjamin Spock.

 

A MOTHERS LOVE...

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

·         For cutting the grass: $5..00

·         For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00

·         For going to the store for you: $.50

·         Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25

·         Taking out the garbage: $1.00

·         For getting a good report card: $5.00

·         For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

·         Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing  through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:

·         For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge

·         For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge

·         For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge

·         For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge

·         For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge

·         Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL".

You will never know how much your parents worth till you become a parent. Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money. Advice: IF your mom is alive and close to you, give her a big kiss and ask her for forgiveness.

If she is far away, call her. If she passed away, pray for her.

Contributed by: Bhagyalakshmi Sundaran (bsundaran @ yahoo.com)

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