Maybe not ALL silly crap chain emails are bad... > > For all the Mom's we know.... > > > >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.
Thanks, Yoshi; unfortunately, i didn't write that; it was forwarded to me via email, i just figured i'd post it... Sorry for the confusion...
