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>If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.
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>This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick
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>toddlers in their arms, wiping up
...laced with Oscar Mayer
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>wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
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>Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying
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>babies who can't be comforted.
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>This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in
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>their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
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>For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
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>This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
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>And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
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>This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging
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>on their refrigerator doors.
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>And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
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>football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of
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>their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?"
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>they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
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>This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery
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>store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and
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>scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who
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>count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
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>
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>This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
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>explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers
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>who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
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>This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat..
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>For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a
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>year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
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>This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
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>shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
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>This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
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>This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their
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>own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
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>
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>This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with
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>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.
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>
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>This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
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>For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
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>14 year olds dye their hair green.
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>
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>For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and
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>the mothers of those who did the shooting.
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>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.
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>This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
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>
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>What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
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>The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
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>Or is it in her heart?
>
>Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter
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>disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very
>
>first time?
>
>
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>The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the chest of a sleeping baby?
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>
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>The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just
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>want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
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>
>
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>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?
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>
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>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.
>
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>For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
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>Single mothers and married mothers..
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>Mothers with money, mothers without.
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>This is for you all. For all of us
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>
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>Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
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>every day that we love them. And pray..
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>
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>Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
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>
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>"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
>
>
>
>Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
>
>This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick
>
>toddlers in their arms, wiping up
...laced with Oscar Mayer >
>wieners 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, 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.
>
>
>
>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 chest 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.
Jennifer
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