Mothers
Mothers
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
purse. For all the mothers who run carpools 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 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, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?
" 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 and scream
for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to
ten instead,but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers
who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can
eat. 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 jumpshot. 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. 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. This is for all the step-
mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and
gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes to tally
unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the
victims of recent 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?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her 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 panic,
years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear
their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or 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? The emotions
of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are 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. For all
of us. Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day
that we love them. And pray. Please pass along to all the Moms
in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
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
purse. For all the mothers who run carpools 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 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, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?
" 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 and scream
for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to
ten instead,but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers
who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can
eat. 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 jumpshot. 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. 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. This is for all the step-
mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and
gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes to tally
unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
14 year olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the
victims of recent 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?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her 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 panic,
years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear
their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or 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? The emotions
of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are 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. For all
of us. Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day
that we love them. And pray. Please pass along to all the Moms
in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
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Cat
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I sorry for what happened to your wife. But you are truly a great father and the above is for you too. Thanks and my heart goes out to you and your son.DiscGolfer wrote:Cat,
As I wipe the tears from my eyes, and as the father of a child who was never fortunate enough to know his mother, I want to thank you for sharing that with us.
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Cat
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DiscGolfer wrote:Cat,
As I wipe the tears from my eyes, and as the father of a child who was never fortunate enough to know his mother, I want to thank you for sharing that with us.
Oh DG - my heart goes out to you and your child. That made me feel so sad. You must have had a tough time of it. It is so cool that you have brought a daughter up by yourself - good on you.
Now - stop making such hard levels and go and make the dinner




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Ssssshhhhh. don't let Caleb know he's a girl. I've raised him up to be a boy, and it's better he don't know no different. Life's too rough on a girl down here in the Ozarks. I had no choice but to raise her as a boy.
Thanks for those spoken and unspoken thoughts from all of you.
Back to levels... uhh... Dinner!


Thanks for those spoken and unspoken thoughts from all of you.

Back to levels... uhh... Dinner!

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DG, all of us mothers have to joy of watching our kids grow up and we take it for granted. We tend not to think about a child without their mother or father . But you have made me think of how lucky I am to be able to watch my kids grow up and wait to became a grandmother someday. Thanks for reminding us mothers how lucky we are.
Cat
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Wasn't that very early this year?popo wrote:Our Mother's Day came and went over a month ago, 6th March
I remember Mothering Sunday was always close to my parents wedding anniversary, the 28th March.
I guess that was about the only thing my Mum liked about me staying in the U.S.
She always got to celebrate two "Mum Days"



Mrs. Annie Purple Hat
M.A.D. We can have just a Auntie Day for you!Davimad wrote:I'm not a mother but was fortunate to have had a wonderful one.
Just wanted to say, why can't I have an 'Auntie's Day'?
Look at all the pressies and cards I'd get, there's so many adopted as well as official nieces and nephews out there.![]()
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M.A.D's Auntie DAY!
Cat
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It is based on a true story, very loosely going by what we know of the film industry. She was on the Titanic and survived, that part is fact.
Didn't look a bit like Debbie Reynolds tho'.
My family name comes from Ireland, King Brian Boru to be exact.
You may bow at my feet now.

Didn't look a bit like Debbie Reynolds tho'.


My family name comes from Ireland, King Brian Boru to be exact.
You may bow at my feet now.





Minnie. (Polly's big sis)
Thanks to Kymmie.
