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Skriven 2006-05-08 08:07:11 av George Pope (1:153/715.1275)
Ärende: Mom's Day
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This is for all the mothers who didn't win Mother of the Year in 2000.  All the
runners-up.  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 goal?" they could say, "Of course, wouldn't have
missed it for the world!" and mean it.

This is for all 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."

This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find
their children.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.  And the
mothers who took those babies and gave them families.

For all the mothers of the victims of the Columbine shooting, and the mothers
of the murderers.  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 that day.

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
child disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first
time?  The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, and from bed to crib at 2
a.m. to put your hand on the back of a slumbering infant?  The need to flee
from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of yet another
school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so.

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 "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.  And
then reading it again, "Just one more time, please, Mommy?"

This is for all the mothers who mess up.  Who yell at their kids in the grocery
store and sigh at them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired two year
old who wants ice cream before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who taught their kids to tie their shoelaces 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.  The mothers who lock 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 mothers whose heads turn automatically when
a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own
offspring are at home.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's
graves.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words
to reach them.

This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches,
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 the puking kid up.
Right away, please.

This is 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. So hang in there, and know that
YOU ARE LOVED!


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