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Happy Mother's Day

The TVClubHouse: General Discussions: 2004 May - July: Parenting Place (ARCHIVES): Happy Mother's Day users admin

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Carrie92
Member

09-15-2003

Saturday, May 08, 2004 - 11:47 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Grab a Kleenex and read.
Author unknown

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf 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 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 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.

Wink
Member

10-06-2000

Saturday, May 08, 2004 - 6:40 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Why I love MOM



Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.

She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.

She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.

Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails. Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said.

She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and tv's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list.

She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in
particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought.

Anything extraordinary here?

Wonder why women live longer...?

'CAUSE WE
ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL...... (and we can't die sooner, we still have
things to do!!!!)

"Happy Early Mother's Day ladies ....we all truly deserve it!!!!"

Just a small qualifier. I know that there are many men out there who do yeomen work keeping a home running and this in no way is meant as an insult to any of those fine fellows.






Rupertbear
Member

09-19-2003

Saturday, May 08, 2004 - 6:44 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful.

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, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth.

The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, 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 as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.

Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all ..... unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. 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 so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, 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 with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can 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 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. 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!





Fruitbat
Member

08-07-2000

Saturday, May 08, 2004 - 7:02 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Christ Wink. As I read that I expecxted to hear your mother died in her sleep that night!

For friggin sake warm me next time that you are telling a poignant 'story' to illustrate a point. jesus. Don't EVER do that again.

Carrie92
Member

09-15-2003

Sunday, May 09, 2004 - 8:54 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Well, I had a fabulous Moms Day today. One of the things Scotty gave me was a little book he made at school... I just had to share it with you all!

It was a fill in the blanks type of thing, here it is:

My Mom
by Scotty

(page 1)
I think my Mom looks just like a princess
(he illustrated a princess - so cute!)

(page 2)
Do you know how old my Mom is? She is 29 1/2 years old. (I love the 1/2 part!)

My Mom weighs about 30 pounds.
(Bless his heart!)

My Mom works hard all day. She takes naps.
(I have an illness,
so, very true!)


(page 3)
My Mom can take care of me better than anyone else I know.

I would not trade my Mom for anything, not even an X-Box 2.
LOL

(page 4)
If I could I would by my Mom a tiger ring for Mother's Day.
(don't know what that is, but I'd love it!)

(page 5)
Happy Mother's Day! Love, Scotty
(and he wrote his name so neatly!)



Enbwife
Member

08-14-2000

Thursday, May 13, 2004 - 10:38 am   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Carrie - that is soooo sweet! Wow!
I had a great mothers day too. Neil made Nate and I waffles for breakfast, then we hung out, Nate went for a nap and I went out by myself, did some food shopping, got a coffee, wandered the trendy shops. Nice! Then the whole family came to our place for a BBQ - we've given up on taking the little ones to restaurants for special occasions. We had a nice relaxed time sitting outside chatting, eating great steaks, etc. Neil gave me a card and some little outfits for the new baby from Nate, and a card, chocolates and VHS tapes from him. So thoughtful. :-)

Rupertbear
Member

09-19-2003

Friday, May 14, 2004 - 6:08 pm   Edit Post Move Post Delete Post View Post    
Awwwwwww, Carrie, that's truly priceless. Scotty is so cute and lucky to have a sweetie for a Mommie.

Enb...your Mother's Day sounds wonderful, too. I always loved it when the kids were little and made breakfast. Those are the memories we treasure.