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    Wonky snarkmistress Lucy's Avatar
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    My mom rocks. She raised me and my sister alone from ages 15 and 11. She put us through school. She taught us to drive. She gave me bad perms, she's moved me in and out of seven different apartments, she raises a whole garden every year, she's 60 and stronger than me. She gets outwitted by groundhogs who eat her garden and cats who insist on sleeping on her bed -- all the tricks she tries, like planting green onions all the way around the garden to "fool" the groundhogs, or putting coat hangers on her pillows to ward off the cats, fail. She and my sister and I still take a vacation together every summer. She is smart and funny, especially unintentionally, and her only flaw is she won't tell me when she thinks I'm making a mistake, even when I WANT her to.
    Now I have to go clean my house because she's coming to visit next week and I don't want her saying, "Oh, it's your house, you live the way you want," and then try to wash my dishes behind my back.
    It's such a fine line between stupid, and clever. -- David St. Hubbins

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    After coming back and reading each new post on this thread, I can really see why there's more Mom's than Dad's that are thanked at award ceremonies. There's some incredibly powerful, strong, yet tender women we're hearing about on this thread.
    Still crazy, after all these shears

    "lambikins, put the crack pipe down and back away from the keyboard." Unklescott

    "lambikins... I have come to the conclusion that you are the Jedi Master of the Kitchen on FORT!" SuperBrat

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    Premium Member canuckinchile's Avatar
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    back in "The Big Smoke"

    An e-mail I received...Happy Mother's Day Everyone!

    Happy Mother's Day

    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"

    This is for the mothers 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, or babies that died too young. 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, 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 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. (And for all the grandma's who do the same!)

    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 hope 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?
    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 panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
    Or 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?
    The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are 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. For all of us hanging in there.
    In the end we can only do the best we can.
    Tell them every day that we love them.
    Please pass along to all the! Moms in your life.
    "Home is what catches you when you fall -
    and we all fall."
    Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
    I just did.

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    In my own little world where all things are Idol......
    Reality is the beginning...not the end....Wallace Stevens

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    Trying to free myself from the snarkside.
    I love my Mama!

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