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DopeBeastie
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If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around
the world by Mother's Day.
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.
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.
Please pass along to all the 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.
the world by Mother's Day.
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.
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.
Please pass along to all the 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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This is me, sending the entire message right back to you
Hope your day is wonderful.
XO
XO
thanks, hon...
I tell my children that they've been with me, in my heart, since I myself was in MY mother's heart...
and so perhaps someday you intend to have your own? And if that's the case, a happy day to you, too
So, yeah, thanks
You deserve these words for yourself as much as those you've written it for.
And even my mother, with whom I will forever be at odds, they are for her, for she at least gave it a try. And regardless of her failings, she has had many, many overwhelming successes, and I am after all still here to praise them as well.
Peace be with all the mothers of this world who fear that perhaps their next greatest enemy is within their burgeoning children. It is a shadow, a farce, an unreality.
The greatest fear is of a motherless world, and one where no body ever learned how to love.
Your children know how to love. And they have no one to thank but you. And those around them that know them have no one to thank but you.
You continue to create a better future for us all, within your little ones and because of who you are.
You are an angel with the motherly missive. And we are all blessed to know you.
And to the rest of you moms out there: Happy Mom's day. Which it should be everyday. From me, at the very least. I love you. Even if you don't know me.
you just might see me looking back at you in that slightly mischievous smile that your favorite little one occasionally favors you with. And you might even love me back.
How universal, karmic, tantric, ethereal. How mom.
Love
seta
Happy Mom's Day!
thank you so much for emotin' the worth...
i love you
LOLsighLOL
well, today i told the lovely apple that i was incorrect, and that today is, in fact, the real mother's day...
to which she promptly retracted yesterday's statement and had to be co-erced into issuing a new statement for today...
i wont say the job is "thankless".... LOL... but sometimes a little pretzel logic is in high demand
calgon....
help!
peace, yo!
I mean....haven't we all??
Anyway. Happy Mothers' Day, Pasta!
(Hendrix used to preface live performances of "Foxy Lady" by saying, "Well, today is Mothers' Day... anybody wanna be a mother, come see me backstage after the show...")
That's feckin' awesome!
Those words are powerful. really, they are deep. thanks for sharing them with us
Women and children first
Women and children first
Women and children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I..
Who's in bunker, who's in bunker
I've seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen enough
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children..
Here I'm alive, everything all of the time
Here I'm alive, everything all of the time
Ice age coming, ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both..
Ice age coming, ice age coming
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the fire
Throw me in the..
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening, happening
Mobiles working
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money..
Here I'm alive, everything all of the time
Background:
The first of the children
ya think?
Oh well, er, in that case, just change the odd word here and there, seeing as it's the fashion these days!
*Buries head under enormous rock*
i put em up for the newbie