For All Mothers

This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" They could say, "Of course, I 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 children in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK 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 for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes and for 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 son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleeping 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 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".

This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in grocery store and swat 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 children to tie their shoelaces before they started to 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 dyed their hair green.

This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop.

This is for all mothers who show at work with spit-up in their hair and milkstains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

This is for 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 or are grown.

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

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

This is for all the mothers who sent their child to school with a stomach ache, assuring that they would be just FINE once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working moms and stay-at-home moms. Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money and mothers without.

This is for you, so hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world.

...Author Unknown

MY PRECIOUS FRIEND, I PRAY YOU ARE DOING BETTER, WE ALL HAVE THOSE BAD, AND VERY BAD DAYS. KNOW THAT I'M ALWAYS HERE, IF YOU NEED TO TALK. MY NUMBER HAS CHANGED: 248-875-6194~I'M HERE FOR YOU, SWEETHEART~

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"I'll lend you, for a little while,
a child of mine,"He said
"For you to love while he lives
and mourn when he is dead.
It may be six or seven
years, or twenty-two or three, but will you
till I call him back,
take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
and shall his stay be brief,
you'll have his lovely memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
as all from earth return
but there are lessons taught down there
that I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
in my search for teachers true,
and from the throngs that crown life's lanes,
I have selected YOU.
Now will you give him all your love
-not think the labor vain
nor hate me when I come to call
to take him back again."
I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joys thy child will bring
The risk of grief we'll run.
We will shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may---
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."
Written By: Edgar A. Guest
(from "All In a Lifetime"--Copyright, 1938)

MY DEAR FRIEND, GEORGIA;

JUST KNOW YOU ARE IN MY HEART, TODAY AND EVERY DAY~REMEMBER, I AM ALWAYS, ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU~TAKE MY HAND MY FRIEND, AND WE WILL WALK THIS JOURNEY TOGETHER. ONE DAY, I PROMISE, YOU WILL HOLD YOUR SANDI, AND I MY DAVID, AGAIN! NOT JUST FOR A MOMENT, A DAY, MONTH OR EVEN A YEAR, BUT FOR ALL ETERNITY!!! WON'T THAT JUST BE THE MOST GLORIOUS DAY EVER?? I LOVE YOU MY PRECIOUS FRIEND. DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN'T CRY FOR YOUR SANDI!! LIKE I TOLD YOU THE OTHER DAY ON THE PHONE~GOD GAVE US TEARS FOR A REASON, HE KNEW THERE WOULD BE TIMES, IN THIS LIFE, THAT WE WOULD NEED TO CRY.

LOVE AND BIG BEAR HUGS,

CATHY GIRAUD

There is no love like a mother's love,
    no stronger bond on earth
Like the precious bond that comes from God,
   to a mother when she gives birth.

A mother's love is forever strong,
    never changing for all time
And when her children need her most,
   a mother's love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
   God bless them every one
For all the tears and heartache,
   and for the special work they've done.

When her days on earth are over,
   a mother's love lives on
Through many generations,
   with God's blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
 for they love with a higher love
 From the power God has given, 
 and the strength from up above.

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I know it will be especially hard

for I’m not there with you.

But I’m sending you all my love,
on this Mother’s Day
 

Even though I’m not there

in sight for you to see.

I am always right beside you

holding you ever so close to me.
 

You haven’t stopped being my mom

I am forever your precious one.

A bond as strong as Mother and Child

can never be undone.

 
I honor you from Heaven now

through our family you will see.

For they will show love from them

and also love from me.

Hearing “Happy Mothers Day”

how painful it’s become.

But when you hear it said to you

know it’s from your precious one.

“Happy Mothers Day”  Mom

I’ll be right there by your side.

Having my arms around you

holding you with pride.

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Remember me

Remember me when flowers bloom

early in the spring,

Remember me on sunny days

in the fun that summer brings.

Remember me in the fall

as you walk through the leaves of gold,

And in the winter - remember me

In the stories that are told.

But most of all remember

each day - right from the start,

I will be forever near

for I live within your heart.

         Keeping you and your family in my heart during this difficult time.

Hugs From Heaven
by Charlotte Anselmo

When you feel a gentle breeze
Caress you when you sigh
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From a loved one way up high.

If a soft and tender raindrop
Lands upon your nose
They've added a small kiss
As fragile as a rose.

If a song you hear fills you
With a feeling of sweet love
It's a hug sent from Heaven
From someone special up above.

If you awaken in the morning
To a bluebird's chirping song
It's music sent from Heaven
To cheer you all day long.

If tiny little snowflakes
Land upon your face
It's a hug sent from Heaven
Trimmed with Angel lace.

So keep the joy in your heart
If you're lonely my dear friend
Hugs that are sent from Heaven
A broken heart will mend.

♥MOTHER♥

God took the fragrance of a flower,
The majesty of a tree,
The gentleness of morning dew,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The beauty of a twilight hour,
The soul of a starry night
The laughter of the rippling brook,
The grace of a bird in flight,
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when His masterpiece was through,
He called it simply...MOTHER