h1

Tillykke med Mors Dag

maj 11, 2008

Nedenfor følger en stor tak til alle mødre i hele verden – min egen mor naturligvis inkluderet.

THIS IS FOR THE MOTHERS…

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, milk stains on their
blouses and diapers in their purses.

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. And 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
— or have their own families.

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 she feels
when she watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the
very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from
bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back
of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2
A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the
door and know they are safe again in her home?

Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug
her child when she hears 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 for 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 and never stop being a mother…

“Home is what catches you when you fall – and we all fall.”

— Author Unknown

Kilde:

Denne positive takketale til vores mødre har jeg fået tilsendt af Gina Mollicone-Long, som dagligt sender gode citater ud via e-mail. Du kan tilmelde dig denne service på hjemmesiden: http://www.GinaMolliconeLong.com

Skriv et svar

Udfyld dine oplysninger nedenfor eller klik på et ikon for at logge ind:

WordPress.com Logo

Du kommenterer med din WordPress.com konto. Log Out / Skift )

Twitter picture

Du kommenterer med din Twitter konto. Log Out / Skift )

Facebook photo

Du kommenterer med din Facebook konto. Log Out / Skift )

Google+ photo

Du kommenterer med din Google+ konto. Log Out / Skift )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: