For the Mothers

May 13, 2006

For the 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.

And 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 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.

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 this along to all the Moms in your life.

Keep your thoughts positive, because your thoughts become your words.Keep your words positive, because your words become your behavior.Keep your behavior positive, because your behavior becomes your habits.Keep your habits positive, because your habits become your values.Keep your values positive, because your values become your destiny.

- Mahatma Gandhi

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