Mothers are kinda special, don't you think? They're usually not too big or tough but they scare away all the monsters and boogeymen that crept into our bedrooms when we were little. The opened the closet door and "shooed' them out. They had just the right words to say when you had a bad day at school. And they even had a special snack for those kind of days. A mom's hug was like a miracle in action. That little kiss on your forehead always let you know that it was gonna be all right. Yea, mothers are kinda special.
So this coming Sunday, May 11, we thank all mothers who stayed awake all night when we were throwing up, having tummy aches and afraid of the dark, saying those compassionate yet miraculous words, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
For all the moms who get the kids to school, girl & boy scouts, sports practices, trips to the park, to the store, to a friend's house and still have time to make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And for all the mothers who don't.
For the mothers who show up at work with milk & jelly stains on their outfits and diapers in their purse or handbags.
For all you mommy's who cannot restrain tears from trickling down your cheeks when you hold your babies for the very first time and for the moms who did not get this blessing.
For all the mothers telling their children, "No, you cannot have any ice cream now. Supper's almost ready."
For all moms who defy all odds to make sure you get there just in time to watch her kid perform and who claps the loudest, saying, "That's my kid."
For all the mothers who spend the time with "rocket math," teaching them to read themselves and realizing that their little boy is growing up. And then those tears start again.
For all the moms who tried their hardest to see that their boy or girl was the very first one to be able to tie his or her shoes. Only to find out several have been doing it for months.
For all mothers who instinctively turn around when they hear the word, "Mom," knowing full well that their kids are nowhere around.
For all the mothers who quietly shed tears because their one of their children has gone astray.
For all mothers whose heart aches to watch their son or daughter walk to school for the first time; go on their first date; and as they go to school, as a senior, for the last day. Where did the time go?
For all the mothers of all the victims of all those school shootings, and for the mothers of those who were involved in the shootings.
For all the mothers of the children that survived and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, clinging to their child who just arrived home safely from school.
For all the mothers who had to say good-bye to one of their children, due to sickness, accident or violence and had to bury one of their children. It shouldn't ever be this way.
For all the mothers who have watched their children grow into mothers and fathers themselves.
And finally to all of the mothers reading this column:"Thanks Mom for a job well done."
So this is meant for all the young, middle age and old mothers, working mothers and housewives, married mothers and single moms, those with money and those without, those who now also hold the title of grandmother and those who do not and for those without whom life would have been insufferable, joyless and without laughter. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! This is how I see it. Let me know how you see it at firstname.lastname@example.org or call me sometime at 319-327-4640.
Be blest this week.