This One's For the Mothers...This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football 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 have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms saying, "It's OK honey, Mummy's here.
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.
So 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.
This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year... and then reading it again "just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner. This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school... and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
For all the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed - when their 14-year old dyes their hair green.
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.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for all the mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
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.- Author Unknown