Mothers and Moms

With love to mom

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.’

Mothers who sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who could not be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains splattered on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools, make cookies, and sew Halloween costumes. And, for all the mothers who DO NOT.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they will never see and for 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.

This is 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 when their kids asked, ‘Did you see me, Mom?’ they could say, ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,’ and meant 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 could not find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mother s who read ‘Goodnight, Moon’ twice a night for a year and then read it again 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 – or even have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomachaches, assuring them they would 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 cannot 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, red, or purple.

This is for 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?

Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

Is it the jolt she takes from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. just to put her hand on the back of her sleeping baby?

Is it the panic, years later, which comes again at 2 a.m.? when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home.

Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

It is just her heart beating and her thoughts speaking “LOVE”?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and our prayers to bless every young mother stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation and for 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. This is for all of us!

As it goes along, mothers speak encouraging words to each other to tell them every day that we love them.

Pray aloud and remember our children are gifts and blessings given with authority and qualification from God.

We never stop being a mother…

‘Home is what catches you when you fall – and we all fall.’

Courtesy of Rhonda Barsamian, EA – a mother.

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