kids hair: A little pick me up for mummys what do u think?

Mothers

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers who have sat up all

night with sick toddlers

%26gt; in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar

Mayer wieners and

%26gt; cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey,

Mommy's here." Who have sat

%26gt; in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing

crying babies who can't be

%26gt; comforted.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who show up at work

with spit-up in their

%26gt; hair and milk stains on their blouses and

diapers in their purse. For

%26gt; all the mothers who run carpools and make

cookies and sew Halloween

%26gt; costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers who gave birth to

babies they'll never see.

%26gt; And the mothers who took those babies and gave

them homes.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers whose priceless art

collections are hanging on

%26gt; their refrigerator doors. And for all the

mothers who froze their buns

%26gt; on metal bleachers at football or soccer games

instead of watching

%26gt; from the warmth of their cars, so that when

their kids asked, "Did you

%26gt; see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I

wouldn't have missed it

%26gt; for the world," and mean it.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who yell at their

kids in the grocery

%26gt; store and swat them in despair when they stomp

their feet and scream

%26gt; for ice cream before dinner. And for all the

mothers who count to ten

%26gt; instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who sat down with

their children and

%26gt; explained all about making babies. And for all

the (grand) mothers who

%26gt; wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so

their children can eat.

%26gt; For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"

twice a night for a

%26gt; year. And then read it again. "Just one more

time."

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who taught their

children to tie their

%26gt; shoelaces before they started school. A nd for

all the mothers who

%26gt; opted for Velcro instead.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who teach their

sons to cook and their

%26gt; daughters to sink a jump shot.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for every mother whose head turns

automatically when a little

%26gt; voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they

know their own

%26gt; offspring are at home -- or even away at

college.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who sent their kids

to school with stomach

%26gt; aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once

they got there, only to

%26gt; get calls from the school nurse an hour later

asking them to please

%26gt; pick them up. Right away.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for mothers whose children have gone

astray, who can't find

%26gt; the words to reach them.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the step-mothers who raised

another woman's child or

%26gt; children, and gave their time, attention, and

love... sometimes

%26gt; totally unappreciated!

%26gt;

%26gt; For all the mothers who bite their lips until

they bleed when their

%26gt; 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

%26gt;

%26gt; For all the mothers of the victims of recent

school shootings, and the

%26gt; mothers of those who did the shooting.

%26gt;

%26gt; For the mothers of the survivors, and the

mothers who sat in front of

%26gt; their TVs in horror, hugging their child who

just came home from

%26gt; school, safely.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who taught their

children to be peaceful,

%26gt; and now pray they come home safely from a war.

%26gt;

%26gt; What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it

patience? Compassion? Broad

%26gt; hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner,

and sew a button on a

%26gt; shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her

heart? Is it the ache you

%26gt; feel when you watch your son or daughter

disappear down the street,

%26gt; walking to school alone for the very first

time? The jolt that takes

%26gt; you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2

A.M. to put your hand

%26gt; on the back of a sleeping baby? Th e panic,

years later, that comes

%26gt; again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear

their key in the door and

%26gt; know they are safe again in your home? Or the

need to flee from

%26gt; wherever you are and hug your child when you

hear news of a fire, a

%26gt; car accident, a child dying?

%26gt;

%26gt; The emotions of motherhood are universal and so

our thoughts are for

%26gt; young mothers stumbling through diaper changes

and sleep

%26gt; deprivation... And mature mothers learning to

let go.

%26gt;

%26gt; For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

%26gt;

%26gt; Single mothers and married mothers.

%26gt;

%26gt; Mothers with money, mothers without.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for you all.

%26gt;

%26gt; For all of us.

%26gt;

%26gt; Hang in there.

%26gt;

%26gt; In the end we can only do the best we can.

%26gt;

%26gt; Tell them every day that we love them.

%26gt;

%26gt; And pray.

%26gt;

%26gt; "Home is what catches you when you fall - and

we all fall."

Mothers

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers who have sat up all

night with sick toddlers

%26gt; in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar

Mayer wieners and

%26gt; cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey,

Mommy's here." Who have sat

%26gt; in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing

crying babies who can't be

%26gt; comforted.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who show up at work

with spit-up in their

%26gt; hair and milk stains on their blouses and

diapers in their purse. For

%26gt; all the mothers who run carpools and make

cookies and sew Halloween

%26gt; costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers who gave birth to

babies they'll never see.

%26gt; And the mothers who took those babies and gave

them homes.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for the mothers whose priceless art

collections are hanging on

%26gt; their refrigerator doors. And for all the

mothers who froze their buns

%26gt; on metal bleachers at football or soccer games

instead of watching

%26gt; from the warmth of their cars, so that when

their kids asked, "Did you

%26gt; see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I

wouldn't have missed it

%26gt; for the world," and mean it.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who yell at their

kids in the grocery

%26gt; store and swat them in despair when they stomp

their feet and scream

%26gt; for ice cream before dinner. And for all the

mothers who count to ten

%26gt; instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who sat down with

their children and

%26gt; explained all about making babies. And for all

the (grand) mothers who

%26gt; wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so

their children can eat.

%26gt; For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"

twice a night for a

%26gt; year. And then read it again. "Just one more

time."

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who taught their

children to tie their

%26gt; shoelaces before they started school. A nd for

all the mothers who

%26gt; opted for Velcro instead.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who teach their

sons to cook and their

%26gt; daughters to sink a jump shot.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for every mother whose head turns

automatically when a little

%26gt; voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they

know their own

%26gt; offspring are at home -- or even away at

college.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who sent their kids

to school with stomach

%26gt; aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once

they got there, only to

%26gt; get calls from the school nurse an hour later

asking them to please

%26gt; pick them up. Right away.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for mothers whose children have gone

astray, who can't find

%26gt; the words to reach them.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the step-mothers who raised

another woman's child or

%26gt; children, and gave their time, attention, and

love... sometimes

%26gt; totally unappreciated!

%26gt;

%26gt; For all the mothers who bite their lips until

they bleed when their

%26gt; 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

%26gt;

%26gt; For all the mothers of the victims of recent

school shootings, and the

%26gt; mothers of those who did the shooting.

%26gt;

%26gt; For the mothers of the survivors, and the

mothers who sat in front of

%26gt; their TVs in horror, hugging their child who

just came home from

%26gt; school, safely.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for all the mothers who taught their

children to be peaceful,

%26gt; and now pray they come home safely from a war.

%26gt;

%26gt; What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it

patience? Compassion? Broad

%26gt; hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner,

and sew a button on a

%26gt; shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her

heart? Is it the ache you

%26gt; feel when you watch your son or daughter

disappear down the street,

%26gt; walking to school alone for the very first

time? The jolt that takes

%26gt; you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2

A.M. to put your hand

%26gt; on the back of a sleeping baby? Th e panic,

years later, that comes

%26gt; again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear

their key in the door and

%26gt; know they are safe again in your home? Or the

need to flee from

%26gt; wherever you are and hug your child when you

hear news of a fire, a

%26gt; car accident, a child dying?

%26gt;

%26gt; The emotions of motherhood are universal and so

our thoughts are for

%26gt; young mothers stumbling through diaper changes

and sleep

%26gt; deprivation... And mature mothers learning to

let go.

%26gt;

%26gt; For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

%26gt;

%26gt; Single mothers and married mothers.

%26gt;

%26gt; Mothers with money, mothers without.

%26gt;

%26gt; This is for you all.

%26gt;

%26gt; For all of us.

%26gt;

%26gt; Hang in there.

%26gt;

%26gt; In the end we can only do the best we can.

%26gt;

%26gt; Tell them every day that we love them.

%26gt;

%26gt; And pray.

%26gt;

%26gt; "Home is what catches you when you fall - and

we all fall."