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Big Teeth You Have
IN MY OPINION
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15 May 2006
(mailed to me by a friend of mine)
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 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. 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
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
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.
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
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave
their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their
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 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? Th e 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
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
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.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."