fourkidsmom
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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 t
> > >heir 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. A nd 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.
> > >
> > >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 totally
> > >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? Th e 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."
> 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 t
> > >heir 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. A nd 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.
> > >
> > >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 totally
> > >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? Th e 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."