Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer 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 car-pools 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 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 stomachaches 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 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
And pray.

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

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

God Bless All Of You,

Love, Marilyn

Bonjour,

As a mother of Seven children, I had to make a comment in this forum.

I had tears running down my face.

Appreciated this very much, even if some of the words are different in American.

I, for instance, go shopping or to the library etc with a nappy in my bag, just in case little Isa has an accident or starts to fall asleep.  We're potty training.  What fun!

In fact, she has just interrupted me to ask me to pull her knick knicks down.  Has her hands full of toys and can't put them down, of course.

I try to give my children as much love as poss, without smothering them.  I've never had a good relationship with my mother and I want a good relationship with my children, without going over the top.  Many a time, I've wanted to run and hug them, but had to stop myself.  It's not cool for a twenty year old boy (man?) or a seventeen year old to be hugged by their mum. 

This is even when you meet him off the plane after he's been away for a few weeks.  I couldn't resist giving a hug at the airport.  Caused lots of blushes and was told "All right, all right.  You can let go of me Mummy."  Mummies can be so embarrassing sometimes!

Little Ray tells me that she's made a surprise for me at school.  When I said that you shouldn't tell people about a surprise because then it isn't a surprise anymore, she retorted that she wasn't telling me what the surprise is, so it will still be a surprise.  Logical.

Well, on that note, I'll sign off.

Best wishes & Happy Mothers Day, Bonne Fête des Mères,

Sarah

Hey Mumsie,

That's right, you have many children, and I am one of your adopted ones!! YEAH!! Mothers are special people...and you are very special to me!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY ALL!

God Bless You,

Love, Marilyn

HI Sarah,

OMG! You have 7 children?! Wow, I have 4 and sometimes I look back now and wonder how I did it all. I can't begin to imagine having 3 more to the lot! LOL! It is really a joy(most of the time, lol) being a Mum..I wouldn't change a thing if I could relive my life over.

Thanks for sharing your story of you and your children...I loved reading about them. They all sound like a bunch of lovely people. My Mum had 7 of us to take care of as well.

God has truly blessed you! I am glad that you liked the post Hon!

God Bless You! Have a great Mother's Day!

Love, Marilyn