Happy Mothers Day

Hi there all I loved this post so I had to steal it to share ,it says it all about MOMS This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke 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, 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, 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 *****ad "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 mot hers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 y ear 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

this is from a dear friend..... Kids don't you just love them!!!! Hope you enjoy Mother's Day! > > > > > So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. > > Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on > > him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all > > day long on this mat in our bathroom. > > > > > > Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years > > old, > > 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves > > chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then > > losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I > > keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but > > he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done. > > > > Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around > > and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying > > on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am > > trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my > > make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that > > this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood. > > > > We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I > > am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round > > the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was > > applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's...rear end. Eli > > looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." > > > > > > Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts > > do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. And > > the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the > > FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth. > > > > > > And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds > > us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little > > creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've > > been using your chapstick on the cat's butt. >____________________________