Happy Mothers Day everyone! Hope you had a wonderful day with your families.
To my own sweet Mother~ I love you more than words can say. There are so many qualities about you that I admire...
~you are always kind to everyone. You are that person in a crowd that smiles and says hello when everyone else just stands there.
~you are quick to offer help and never take the easy way out of any situation... you always do what is right.
~you give love to your family so openly and unselfishly
~you never stop believing in me ;)
~your Faith is a comfort to me
~you are the best Grandma to my kids and they love you SO much... there is no one like their Gimmy. The relationship you have carefully built with them will endure over time and your place in their heart will always be strong.
~you are always there for me and I thank you so much for always wanting the best for me and being truly happy for me when good things happen... and showing concern and love through the bad.
Thank you Mom.. for being such a good Mother... and thank you for showing me so many good qualities I hope I can pass on to my children.
To my own sweet Children~ I love you, my sons, more than I could ever tell you. There is no love that is more pure than my love I have for you. I am so proud to be your Mom. Truly, there is no job... no career... nothing that I would rather be doing at this exact moment than to be your Mom. I am so grateful that I get to be there when you come home from school and tuck you in when you go to bed. I pray for you while you are sleeping, hoping that you will make good decisions for yourselves and hope that the job I have done as your Mother will be good enough. Know that there is no other place I would rather be in this big world than to be holding your hand as you grow. I love you both so very much, my precious boys.
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and to all of you... here is a beautiful tribute I received in an email one time. I just love this! I hope you enjoy it too.
A Tribute To Mothers
Auhor Unknown
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms..., wiping up throw up mixed 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, hockey, baseball 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.
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 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 the mothers that have lost a child and pray for the strength to go on.
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 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 learn to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Women that want so badly to be Mothers but can't.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
Happy Happy Mothers Day Mommys! xoxox Heather
