OT Happy Mother's Day

[Guest guest]

For All Us Moms!!

 

 

 

 

Happy Mother's Day, ladies.....

 

Mothers

 

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, so 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.

 

This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's

child or children,

 

and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally

unappreciated!

 

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? Th e 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.

 

Please pass along to all t he Moms in your life.

 

" Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall. "

 

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

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