Mothers

"Dedication to Mothers"

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Reflections of a Mother
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there
to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot
always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot
make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose
them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't
build your reputation. I can tell you about drink,
but I can't say "no" for you.
I can warn you about drugs but I can't prevent
you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't
achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't
force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot
make you moral.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot
give you eternal life.
I can love you with unconditional love all
of my life..... and I will.

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ME MUDDER
When me prayers were poorly said
Who tucked me in me widdlebed
And spanked me till me A** was red,
Me Mudder!

Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on the ice cold pot
And made me pee when I could not,
Me Mudder!
And when the morning light would come
And in me crib me dribbled some
Who wiped me tiny widdle bum,
Me Mudder!

Who would me hair so neatly part
And hug me gently to her heart
Me Mudder!

Who looked at me with eyebrows knit
And nearly have a king size fit
When in me Sunday pants me S***
Me Mudder!

When at night her bed did squeak
Me raised me head to have a peak
Who yelled at me to go to sleep,
Me Fadder!

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THE LIFE OF A MOMMY

My husband came home today and saw me sitting on t
he couch, toddler on one knee, and baby nursing on
the opposite breast. I was trying to turn the pages
of a book with the hand not attached to the
infant, while listening to the sound of
the stove buzzer, which would indicate that tonight's pork
chops were at the stage between "well done" and "
the dog gets tonight's entree". My husband looked
at me innocently and asked "So, did you do
anything today?" It's a good thing that most of
my appendages were otherwise engaged, as I was unable
to jump up and throttle him to death. This was
probably for the best, as I assume that asking a
stupid question is not grounds for murder in this
country. Let me back up a bit and explain what
led me to this point in my life. I was
not always bordering on the brink of insanity. On
the contrary, a mere four years ago, I had a
good job, steady income, and a vehicle that could
not seat a professional sports team and me
comfortably. I watched television shows that were not
hosted by singing puppets. I went to bed later
than nine o'clock at night. I preferred sex to
sleeping in. I laughed at those people who drove
halfway across the country hauling a tent trailer, three
screaming kids, and a drooling dog and called it a
holiday. Now I have become one of them! What happened?
The stick turned blue. I have traded in my Victoria's
Secrets lingerie for cotton briefs and a firm support
nursing bra. Good Bye Garth Brooks, Hello Barney and
Big Bird. My idea of privacy is getting to use
the bathroom without a 2 yr. old banging on the door
and the baby spinning the toilet paper roll from my
lap. And I finally understand that the term "Stay at
home Mom" does not refer to a parent who no
longer works outside the house, but rather to one who
never seems to get out of the front door. So,
here I sit, children in hand, wondering, how to answer
my beloved husband. DID I DO ANYTHING TODAY? Well, I
think I did, although not much seems to have gotten
accomplished. I shared breakfast in bed with a
handsome young man. Of course the breakfast consisted
of a bowl of porridge and leftover cookie crumbs found
between the sheets. The handsome young man is about 34
inches tall and only gets excited at the sight of
purple dinosaurs, toy trucks and French fries. I got to
take a relaxing stroll in the woods. Of course
I had to look for frogs and lizards, and had to
stop and smell the dandelions along the way. I
successfully washed one load of laundry, moved the
load that was in the washer into the dryer, and
the dryer load into the basket. The load that was
in the basket is now spread out on the bed,
awaiting my bedtime decision to actually
put the clothes away or merely move them to
the top of the dresser. I read two or three
classics. Of course Dickens and Shakespeare cannot take
credit for these works, as we have moved on to
the works of Seuss and Munsch. I don't think I
ill be making any trips to the adult section of
my local library anytime soon. In between I dusted wiped
organized and rearranged. I kissed away the
owies and washed away the tears. I scolded, praised, hugged,
and tested my patience, all before noon. Did I do
anything today?? You betcha! I will now understand what people
mean when they say that parenting is the hardest job
they will ever have. In my LBD (life before diapers)
I was able to teach young minds how to divide
fractions, write complex sentences, but I am unable
to teach a strong willed 2 yr. old how to use the
toilet. I was once able to navigate urban streets while
talking on the car phone and looking for a decent
radio station, but now I can't get the wheels on
my stroller to all go in the same direction. I've
graduated from a university, written newspaper articles, and
won awards, but can't figure out how to get carrot
stains out of the carpet. I used to debate with
my friends about politics, but now we discuss the merits
of cloth versus disposable. And when did I stop
talking in sentences that had more than 5 words? So
in response to my husbands inquiry, yes I did
do something today. In fact, I am one step closer
to one of life's greatest accomplishments. No, I did
not find a cure for cancer or forge world peace,
but I did hold a miracle in my arms. Two in
fact. My children are my greatest accomplishment and
the opportunity to raise them is my greatest challenge.
I don't know if my children will grow up to be
great leaders or world class brain surgeons. Frankly, I
don't care, as long as they grow up to be
good people. They are my greatest joys, even though I
sometimes cry myself to sleep at night in frustration.
The point is that today I got to watch my
children take another step on the great journey of
life, and I even got to point out some of the
sites along the way. As challenging as parenthood is,
it is also equally rewarding because we are using
all our wisdom, our talent and skills to help forge
a new person. It is this person, these people, who
in turn will use their gifts to create our future.
So every nursery rhyme I recite, every swing I push
every little hand I hold is something. And I did
it today!

Please pass this along to any Moms who you think need to
hear how valuable our work REALLY is......

MOTHER'S GLUE
I wonder how she does it,
holding it together
It seems no matter how
life gets out of place
she puts it back
the way it was.

It's always a mystery,
but I guess it must be true
. That there is nothing stronger
than a mother's love
when she uses Mother's Glue.

Now Mother's Glue
is not a recipe,
or that sticky stuff
used in art.
But it's that special love
that mothers use
to keep your life
from falling apart.

It's the way she is
always there to listen
so you know that
everything will be okay.
It's that special bonding hug
she gives you to help you
make it through the day.

It's the way
she is able to
touch your face
and hold the tears away.
It's the way
she stays up
all night with you
to hold the fears away.

It's the way
she makes the sacrifice
because she'll do
anything for you.
Because she knows
you just wouldn't make it
if she didn't use
Mother's Glue.

But, if you're still not sure
then ask her,
and I'll bet
she'll just smile at you.
Because a mother never
uses words,
she just uses
Mother's Glue.
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