1st of all I wanted to say Thank you Mom for being a wonderful Mom, I know its not easy cause I have been one for only 4 1/2 years and am only beginning to realize what being a Mother really entails. It isn't an easy job, and I admire you for raising all 6 of us when I sometimes feel incapable of raising my 2 little ones! I appreciate you & all the sacrifices you made for us kids! I hope you have a wonderful day, that you get to kick back for once in your life and enjoy a relaxing day! You Deserve it!I also wanted to say Happy Mother's day to my Mother-in-law Mille, Thank you for welcoming me into your family 5 years ago and for being a wonderful Mother to Duane, I know if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have Duane or my 2 beautiful kiddos in my life, so thank you!And to all my fellow "Mommie's" out there HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, just remember no matter how difficult Motherhood gets, its worth it in the end!!!Enjoy!!!Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby..........Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct...Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring......Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices.....Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.
Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.Somebody doesn't have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.......Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.....Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten…or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back....Somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married....Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home....Somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.......Somebody isn't a mother.
***What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? 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 see your child 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 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?
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 the 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 daughters 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. 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 gave life to their babies, only to give up their babies in the hopes of a better life.
This is for all the mothers who couldn't bare children of their own and who love the children given to them as if they were their own.
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 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 mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Birth mothers and adoptive mothers. Mothers with money. Mothers without. This is for you all..... Hang in there!"Home is what catches you when you fall--and we all fall."--
