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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 2008

*Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk
down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you
pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when
you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's
day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a
rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every
emotion........... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger,
helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow.....and all the while, hoping and
praying you will only know the good feelings in life.*
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*She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend,
even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not
space.......not even death!*
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*PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS AND SONS YOU KNOW.... MAY WE
NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED.*
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*'The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must
be felt with the heart.'

MOTHERS and MOMS

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Hot Dogs and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
It's okay 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.

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. 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 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 -- or have their own families.

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. 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 she feels when she watches her son or
daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very
first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to
put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to
hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears
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 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 can only do the best we can. Tell them every
day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mother...

Please pass along to all the mothers in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

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