Another tribute for all you moms...

I know it's the day after Mother's Day - but now that the anticipation is over - and we've made it through this difficult holiday, I have one more tribute to each and everyone of you...

Personally I've always believed that this was written by all of our angel children in heaven as a thank you to each of us "their moms for mother's day" who wanted to be sure they covered each and every aspect of what we were to them, as we continue on our journey without them (physically) - but no doubt they will always be beside us and in our hearts... with love & hugs as you tearfully enjoy this tribute to YOU - your child's mom...  Cherie Houston

FOR ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE!

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 Kool-Aid saying, “It’s OK honey, Mommy’s here.”

Who walk around the house all night with their babies when they 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.

For all the Mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.

And for all the Mothers who DON’T.

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

And the Mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. 

This is for all the Mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see me?”  they could say, “Of  course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” and mean it.

This for all the Mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

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,  and who can’t find the words to reach them.

For all the Mothers who bite their lips……. sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it Patience?

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.

For all the Mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year. And then read it again, “Just one more time.”

This if 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 all Mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “MOM?” in a crowd, even though they know their own children are at home.

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,  and who can’t find the words to reach them.

For all the Mothers who bite their lips……. sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it Patience?

Is it 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 son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

OR 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?

Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, or a child dying?

For all the Mothers of the survivors, and the Mothers who sat in front of their TV’s  in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for Mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on the children’s graves.

This is for young Mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.

And mature Mothers learning to ‘Let Go.’

For Mothers-To-Be

For working Mothers…..

For stay-at-home Mothers……..

For Single Mothers

and  for married Mothers…….

Mothers with money, 

Mothers without…………

For Mothers who grieve for their children have gone before them……

And for all the mothers of the world… This is for each one of us……as we travel this journey….. Together…

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY