By Patti Bareither
This is for all the mothers who shivered on cold metal benches at football games Friday night instead of watching from the car so that when their child asked, “Did you see me?” they could say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
This is for all the mothers who have sat up at night with a sick toddler in their arms, rocking and repeating, “It’s OK, Mommy’s here.”
This is for all the mothers who carpool, bake cookies, bring orange segments to the soccer practices, who sew Halloween costumes…and also to the mothers who don’t!
This is for the mothers who taught their children to tie shoelaces before they started school, and for those mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who bite their lip when their child asks to dye his hair green.
This is for all the mothers who teach their son to do laundry and teach their daughters to change a flat tire.
This is for all the mothers whose head automatically turns, when they hear a little voice call out, “Mom?” in a crowd ….even though they just realize their off spring are at home.
This is for:
The young mothers struggling through diaper changes, night feedings, and sleep deprivation;
The mature mothers learning to let go;
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers;
For single mothers and married mothers;
For mothers with money, and mothers without.
This is for all the mothers that could get an extra hour of sleep on Sunday morning, but know the value of time spent worshiping together as a family.
This is for all the mothers who hold their children’s actions and behaviors accountable by taking time to hold a follow-up discussion as to “W.W.J.D.?”
This is for all the mothers whose heart goes with their child as their grown child goes for his/her first solo drive after receiving their driver’s license.
This is for all the mothers whose jolt takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib, at 2 A.M. just to put your hand on the back of a sleeping child.
This is for all the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see and to the mothers who took these babies and gave them a family.
This is for the mothers who have the need to hug their child after hearing the news of a school shooting, a fire, car accident.
This is for the mothers who read Goodnight Moon twice or thrice each night for a year…and then just maybe one more time.
For all mothers, and all you do- this is for you. Happy Mother’s Day!