MOMS ~ This is for you!!
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football
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 have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners, Kraft macaroni and cheese and
Hawaiian Punch 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 gave them homes.
This is 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.
This is for all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And this is for 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
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?
Is it 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?
Is it 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 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 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 bite their lips sometimes until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green. (or in my case... orange!!)
This is for all the mothers 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
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
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 a call from the school nurse an
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.
This is for working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. So hang in there.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."