Happy Mother's Day

For All Mothers

This is for all 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 OK honey, Mommy's here."

Who walk around the house all night with their babies

When they keep crying and won't stop.

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 all the mothers who froze their buns
Off on metal bleachers at football or soccer 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 meant 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 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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically

When a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd,
Even though they know their own off spring 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.

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 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 ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button

On a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it 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 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 these 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 put pinwheels and teddy bears

On their children's graves.

This is 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.

Happy Mother's Day