I came across this today and wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!
is for all the mothers who didn´t win Mother of the Year in 2011. All
the runners-up and the wannabees. The mothers too tired to enter or too
busy to care.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off
on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from
cars, so that when their kids asked "did you see my game?" they could
say, "of course, would not have missed it for the world", and mean it.
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, "Its okay honey, Mommy's here."
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. For all the mothers who run
carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the
mothers who don´t.
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 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 2am 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 school
shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?
I think so.
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. This is for reading "Good Night, moon" twice a night
for a year. And then reading it again, "just one more time".
is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the
grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired
2-year old who wants ice cream for dinner. This is for all the mothers
who taught their daughters to tie their shoe laces before they started
school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. For all
the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed - when
their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who look themselves in the
bathroom when babies 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. This is for all the mothers
who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all the mothers who´s heads turn automatically when a little
voice calls "mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their offspring
are at home.
This is for the mothers who put pinwheels and teddy
bears on their children´s graves. This is for mothers who´s children
have gone astray, who can´t find the words to reach them.
for all the mothers who sent their sons 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.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivations. 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, so
hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of
mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for
the precious children in our world.