(Below are a few treasures I have received in
emails,
I hope you enjoy them as much as I have)
Subject: Mothers Day
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with
sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf ...laced with
Oscar Mayor wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, " It's OK
honey, Mommy's here."
Who walk around the house all night with their babies when
they 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. 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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal
bleachers at football
or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so
that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" 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 like tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
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.
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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a
little voice
calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off
spring are at home.
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 sometimes until they
bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
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 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 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 fire, a car
accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their
children's graves.
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. Mothers with money,
mothers without.
This is for you all. So hang in there.
"Thanks Angel ~Stoney~ for forwarding 3/29/2002
(I've saved this one for a long time!)
Home is what
catches you
when you
fall - and
we all fall.
"Reflections
Of A
Mother"
I can
give
you
life,
but
cannot
live
it for
you.
I can
teach
you
things,
but I
cannot
make
you
learn.
I can
give
you
directions,
but I
cannot
be
there
to
lead
you.
I can
allow
you
freedom,
but I
cannot
account
for
it.
I can
take
you to
church,
but I
cannot
make
you
believe.
I can
teach
you
right
from
wrong,
but I
cannot
always
decide
for
you.
I can
buy
you
beautiful
clothes,
but I
cannot
make
you
beautiful
inside.
I can
offer
you
advice,
but I
cannot
accept
it for
you.
I can
give
you
love,
but I
cannot
force
it
upon
you.
I can
teach
you to
share,
but I
cannot
make
you
unselfish.
I can
teach
you
respect,
but I
cannot
force
you to
show
honor.
I can
advise
you
about
friends,
but
cannot
choose
them
for
you.
I can
advise
you
about
sex,
but I
cannot
keep
you
pure.
I can
tell
you
the
facts
of
life,
but I
can't
build
your
reputation.
I can
tell
you
about
drink,
but I
can't
say
"No"
for
you.
I can
warn
you
about
drugs,
but I
can't
prevent
you
from
using
them.
I can
tell
you
about
lofty
goals,
but I
can't
achieve
them
for
you.
I can
teach
you
about
kindness,
but I
can't
force
you to
be
gracious
I can
warn
you
about
sins,
but I
cannot
make
you
moral.
I can
love
you as
a
child,
but I
cannot
place
you in
God's
family.
I can
pray
for
you,
but I
cannot
make
you
walk
with
God.
I can
tell
you
how to
live,
but I
cannot
give
you
eternal
life.
I can
love
you
with
unconditional
love
all of
my
life
...
and I
will.
Thanks
John
Murdock
for
forwarding
5/11/03
Shadows
I saw a
young mother With eyes full of laughter
And two little shadows Came following after.
Wherever she moved, They were always right there
Holding onto her skirts, Hanging onto her chair.
Before her, behind her- An adhesive pair.
"Don't you ever get weary As, day after day,
Your two little tagalongs Get in your way?
She smiled as she shook Her pretty young head,
And I'll always remember The words that she said :
"It's good to have shadows That run when you run,
That laugh when you're happy And hum when you hum -
For you only have shadows
When your life's filled with sun."
Thanks OE Shaffer for forwarding the above email 1/09/03
Mothers
The young mother
set her foot on the path of life.
Is this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be
old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than
the beginning."
But the young
mother was happy,
and she would not believe
that anything could be better than these years. So she played with
her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed
them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young
Mother cried, Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night
came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook
with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them
with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid,
for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a
hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother
was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little
patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they
reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without
you." And the mother, when she lay
down at night looked up at the
stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children
have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them
courage. Today, I have given them strength."
And the next day
came strange clouds which darkened the earth,
clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled,
and the mother said: Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And
the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and
it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said,
"This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
And the days went
on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew
old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and
strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they
lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came
to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates
flung wide. And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children
can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said,
" You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone
through the gates. "And they stood and watched her as she went on
alone, and the gates closed after her.
And they said: We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A Mother like ours
is more than a memory. She is a living presence."
Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you
walk down the street, she's the smell of bleach in your freshly
laundered socks, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not
well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized
in every teardrop. 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 and your
first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you......Not time,
not space...not even death!
May We Never
Take Our Mothers For Granted
Thanks Mary Jane for forwarding above
email 1/09/03
This
is
hysterical.
If
it
had
been
presented
this
way,
none
of
us
would
have
done
it!!!!
POSITION:
Mother,
Mom,
Mama,
Slave
JOB
DESCRIPTION:
Long
term,
team
players
needed,
for
challenging
permanent
work
in
an,
often
chaotic
environment.
Candidates
must
possess
excellent
communication
and
organizational
skills
and
be
willing
to
work
variable
hours,
which
will
include
evenings
and
weekends
and
frequent
24
hour
shifts
on
call.
Some
overnight
travel
required,
including
trips
to
primitive
camping
sites
on
rainy
weekends
and
endless
sports
tournaments
in
far
away
cities.
Travel
expenses
not
reimbursed.
Extensive
courier
duties
also
required.
RESPONSIBILITIES:
The
rest
of
your
life.
Must
be
willing
to
be
hated,
at
least
temporarily,
until
someone
needs
$5.
Must
be
willing
to
bite
tongue
repeatedly.
Also,
must
possess
the
physical
stamina
of
a
pack
mule
and
be
able
to
go
from
zero
to
60
mph
in
three
seconds
flat
in
case,
this
time,
the
screams
from
the
backyard
are
not
someone
just
crying
wolf.
Must
be
willing
to
face
stimulating
technical
challenges,
such
as
small
gadget
repair,
mysteriously
sluggish
toilets
and
stuck
zippers.
Must
screen
phone
calls,
maintain
calendars
and
coordinate
production
of
multiple
homework
projects.
Must
have
ability
to
plan
and
organize
social
gatherings
for
clients
of
all
ages
and
mental
outlooks.
Must
be
willing
to
be
indispensable
one
minute,
an
embarrassment
the
next.
Must
handle
assembly
and
product
safety
testing
of
a
half
million
cheap,
plastic
toys,
and
battery
operated
devices.
Must
always
hope
for
the
best
but
be
prepared
for
the
worst.
Must
assume
final,
complete
accountability
for
the
quality
of
the
end
product.
Responsibilities
also
include
floor
maintenance
and
janitorial
work
throughout
the
facility.
POSSIBILITY
FOR
ADVANCEMENT
PROMOTION:
Virtually
none.
Your
job
is
to
remain
in
the
same
position
for
years,
without
complaining,
constantly
retraining
and
updating
your
skills,
so
that
those
in
your
charges
can
ultimately
surpass
you
PREVIOUS
EXPERIENCE:
None
required
unfortunately.
On-the-job
training
offered
on
a
continually
exhausting
basis.
WAGES
AND
COMPENSATION:
Get
this!
You
pay
them!
Offering
frequent
raises
and
bonuses.
A
balloon
payment
is
due
when
they
turn
18
because
of
the
assumption
that
college
will
help
them
become
financially
independent.
When
you
die,
you
give
them
whatever
is
left.
The
oddest
thing
about
this
reverse-salary
scheme
is
that
you
actually
enjoy
it
and
wish
you
could
only
do
more.
BENEFITS:
While
no
health
or
dental
insurance,
no
pension,
no
tuition
reimbursement,
no
paid
holidays
and
no
stock
options
are
offered;
this
job
supplies
limitless
opportunities
for
personal
growth
and
free
hugs
for
life
if
you
play
your
cards
right.
Thanks
MaryBear
for
forwarding
3/10/03
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