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9:57 a.m. - 2008-05-10 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.'
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. make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat
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.
Moon' twice a night for a year. And then read it again, 'Just one more time.'
their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
in a crowd, even though they know their at college -- or have their own families.
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.
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.
recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?
and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And for mature mothers learning to let go. Mothers with money, mothers without.
only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray. And never stop being a mother...
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