Random Thoughts

This page is dedicated to my rantings on
various topics or other inspiring (or not-so inspiring) stories, poems, etc.,
that come across my desk. I will change it periodically, as I get time or as
I get e-mails requesting that I do so.
This is for all 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 OK
honey, Mommy's here."
Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they 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. 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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at
football or soccer 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 yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat
them in despair when they
stomp their feet like tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
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.
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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls
"Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at
home.
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 sometimes until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.
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 shirt, all at the same
time? Or is it 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 need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of
a fire, a car accident, a
child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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.
For all the mothers of the victims of 9/11, and for all the mothers who watched
in horror on that September day.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's
graves.
This is 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. So hang in there.
Home is what catches you when you fall - and "we all fall."
~ Unknowm
This came across my inbox and I was
impressed with the thoughts...if anyone knows who authored it, please let me
know.
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