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From: "Mildred \"Mickey\" Fournier" <>
Subject: [SCUNION] FW: [NW-AL] To the Mothers on the list (off-topic and I don't care)
Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 14:09:45 -0400


This is from Sue Elliot, list Mom of the Northwest Alabama list. She's a
nice lady so I'm sure she won't mind if I share this with all of you. And
let me add my own wishes to all the Moms among you and to your Mothers.

Your list mom,

Mickey

-----Original Message-----
From: Sue Palmer~Elliott [mailto:]
Sent: Sunday, May 11, 2003 2:02 PM
To:
Subject: [NW-AL] To the Mothers on the list (off-topic and I don't care)


Happy Mother's Day to each and every mother, mom, mommy, ma, nana, granny,
mammaw, grandma, memaw or whatever it is that is your unique title given you
by your children and grandchildren...this is for you.

>From Sue
List admin.

This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Kraft dinner and wieners, birthday
cake, and cherry Kool-Aid
saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."

Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept
crying and wouldn't stop.

This is for all the mothers who have shown 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 have run carpools and made dozens of cookies for
school teas and sewn Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who HAVEN'T
because they're at work
trying to keep on top of the bills.

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 all their love.

This is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off on metal
bleachers
at hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of
watching
from their 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 meant it.

This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery
store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired
2-year old does, who
wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.

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 a 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 taught their sons to cook and sew and their
daughters to be brave and strong (and 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 offspring 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. And they do.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and 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
a ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at
the same time?

Or is it the 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?

Or the terror in your heart at 1 AM when your teenager with the new driver's
license is an hour late getting home.

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2A.M. to
put
your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? Or to feel the dull ache as you
look in on your
sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in
another
city.

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 the 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 have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on
their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents
and
the worst of all and
hardest to comprehend, suicides.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep
deprivation.

And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning, to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown
children and their children's children.

For Mothers with money, and Mothers without.

This is for you all. So hang in there.

Please pass this 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.

(I just did)




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