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SUNNYTEE'SMusic4Lovers
      Tribute To All Mothers


          This is for all 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 OK honey, Mommy's here."

         Who walk around the house all night with their babies
                 when they keep crying and won't stop.

    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 all the mothers who froze their buns off on
              metal bleachers at football or soccer games
            Friday night instead of watching from cars,
                     so that when their kids asked,
                            "Did you see me?"
             they could say,  "Of course, I wouldn't have
                 missed it for the world," and meant it.

      This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children
                 and explained all about making babies.
        And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

            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 all mothers whose heads turn automatically
               when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd,
        even though they know their own off spring are at home.

         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 sometimes until they
          bleed ... when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

                   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 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 need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child
      when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

           For all the mothers of the victims of all these 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears
                            on their children's graves.

              This is 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 all of you  . . .

       Happy Mother's Day On This Day We Celebrate YOU . . .
                           And All Year Through!
 
                                God Bless You. 
           Thank You For Visiting ... GOD BLESS YOU, MOM . . .
                            For HE Blessed Me With You!
Email Sunnytee's Music4Lovers
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Dear Mom,

The loving and beautiful gifts you've given me as a mother have shaped my life and made me the person I am.

You taught me to be strong ... your strong sense of values ... of fairness, of right and wrong ... are all part of me.

My outlook on life, my sense of humor, my love and respect for God's country and all of His beautiful creatures, my love for the goodness in mankind, my gentle heart, all my interests and talents ... I can see you in all of them.

It makes me happy and so proud to know that the qualities in you I love and admire so much ... are a part of me ... and my children. 

You are always with me, Mom ... in my thoughts, in my heart, in the very fabric of my life ... you are always with me.

I have been so blessed.  Eternally loving you ... Traci ( :