Hanta Yo
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Subject: Happy Mother's Day!
>
> Mothers
>
> 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 alright 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. And for
> the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they
> will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited
> with in Heaven!
> 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.
>
> This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
> children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes
> totally unappreciated!
>
> 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!
>
> Mothers
>
> 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 alright 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. And for
> the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they
> will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited
> with in Heaven!
> 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.
>
> This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
> children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes
> totally unappreciated!
>
> 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!