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Speakers on for Memories by Margi Harrell
MOTHERS and MOMS
This is for the mothers who sat upAll night with sick toddlers in their arms,Wiping up barf laced with Oscar MayerWieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,It's okay honey, Mommy's here.
Who 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 atWork with spit-up in their hair and milk stainsOn their blouses and diapers in their purse.For all the mothers who run carpools andMake cookies and sew Halloween costumes.And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth toBabies they'll never see. And the mothersWho took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless artCollections 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.
And 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.
This is for all the mothers who sat down withTheir children and explained all about makingBabies. And for all the (grand) mothers whoWanted to, but just couldn't find the words.This is for all the mothers who goHungry, so their children can eat.For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight,Moon' twice a night for a year. And thenRead it again, 'Just one more time.'This is for all the mothers who taughtTheir children to tie their shoelaces beforeThey started school. And for all the mothersWho opted for Velcro instead.This is for all the mothers who teach their sonsTo 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 theirOwn off springs are at home -- or even awayAt college -- or have their own families.This is for all the mothers who sent their kidsTo school with stomach aches, assuring themThey'd be just FINE once they got there, onlyTo get calls from the school nurse an hour laterAsking them to please pick them up. Right away.This is for mothers whose children have goneAstray, who can't find the words to reach them.For all the mothers who bite their lips until theyBleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.For all the mothers of the victims ofRecent school shootings, and the mothersOf those who did the shooting.For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who satin front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came
home from school, safely.This is for all the mothers who taught theirChildren to be peaceful, and now prayThey 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, andSew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when sheWatches her son or daughter disappearDown the street, walking to school aloneFor the very first time?The jolt that takes her from sleep toDread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. To putHer hand on the back of a sleeping baby?The panic, years later, that comes againAt 2 A.M. When she just wants to hearTheir key in the door and know theyAre safe again in her home?Or the need to flee from wherever she isand hug her child when she hears newsof a fire, a car accident, a child dying?The emotions of motherhood areuniversal and so our thoughts are foryoung mothers stumbling through diaperchanges and sleep deprivation...And for 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 canonly do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And prayand never stop being a mother...
Please pass along to all the mothers in your life.
Home is what catches you whenyou fall - and we all fall.'
Motherís Day Blessing
Just as God gives to each rose
A gentle touch of dew
And gives unto each evening sky
The lovely sunsetís hue
So may he give to you
From his enduring love
Great happiness and heartsí content
And blessings from above.
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