The Lady Speaks

Happy Belated Mother’s Day

Yep, evil liberal blogger that I am, I failed to produce a post honoring mothers and motherhood and all those who aren’t mothers but step in to fill the breach. I’m sure it’s because I’m an anti-family, abortion-forcing, pants-wearing, male-hating feminazi. (Yes, I got an email cursing me for my failure to post and accusing me of just that. And no, it wasn’t from my mother.🙂 )

Or it could be because I spent part of the day cleaning the house in preparation for my trip to Ohio this week, (I leave Wednesday.) and part of it reading several books from the TBR pile that’s been building up, instead reading blogs and other such.

It was a lovely Mother’s Day. I reaped my gifts from two of my three children (all of whom shall go unidentified to protect the guilty party who forgot what day it was and didn’t come home till after midnight) – a beautiful pot of narcissus and a card that made me cry from one child and an amethyst geode from another who knows her mother’s love of rocks and crystals. I also received pink and white pansies in coffee mugs from my niece and nephew, and a neat little book, “Who Else But A Mother?” and another card from my mom. In addition, I was treated to breakfast Saturday morning.

But for all those who were irritated by my failure, this one’s for you:

From Jenn’s Sunday Sermon – Happy Mother’s Day (2007):

This poem never fails to make me cry. I wish I knew who wrote it, but not even the great and mighty Google could help me find the author.

This is for mothers of the flesh and mothers of the heart; for married mothers and single mothers, for fathers doing their best to raise their children alone; for foster parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, relatives of every stripe who have stepped in to help raise a child, for whatever reason.

For mothers in war-torn lands, and mothers living in peaceful ones trying to stop the carnage.

For all of us:

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.” 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 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 like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.

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 offspring 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 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 you all. So hang in there.

— Unknown

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Whether a grown man or a toddler, a high school senior or a preteen girl – there are mothers everywhere who would give anything for one last hug, one last kiss, one last whispered “I love you.”

Take the time to be grateful if you are not among them.

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Mother’s Day Proclamation
1870

Arise then…women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
“We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,

Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: “Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.”
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace…
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God –

In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace

– Julia Ward Howe

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Happy belated Mother’s Day to everyone.

May 12, 2008 - Posted by | America, Children, Family, Mother's Day, Parenting, Women

4 Comments »

  1. Who would dare to accuse you of not honoring the day?
    Just give me their names, and heads will roll.
    So, RC, forgot your special day. Well, remember guilt is the mothers final and most effective tool. Just assure him it doesn’t matter if he gives you anything,having him for a son, and being “honored” to have given him life, is all the gift you really need.
    Hey, my maternal, Grandmother (may she rest in peace) taught me that line. I always wanted a reason to use it, and now I pass it on to you.
    Love Mom

    Comment by Mom | May 12, 2008 | Reply

  2. The first poem is by Erma Bombeck.
    I am 99.9% sure of that.
    Love MOm

    Comment by Mom | May 12, 2008 | Reply

  3. Erma Bombeck on A Mother’s Love

    We all know that being a Mom is the hardest, most rewarding job on the face of this Earth.
    “You don’t love me!”
    How many times have your kids laid that one on you?
    And how many times have you, as a parent, resisted the urge to tell them how much?
    Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I’ll tell them…
    * I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home.
    * I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money, which we could afford, and you couldn’t.
    * I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your hand picked friend was a creep.
    * I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.
    * I loved you enough to say, “Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother’s Day.”
    * I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.
    * I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.
    * I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.
    * I loved you enough to ignore “what every other mother” did or said.
    * I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, hurt, and fail.
    * I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions, at 6, 10, or 16.
    * I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned, but forgave you for it…after discovering I was right.
    * I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas and insensitive to your demands…so that you had to stand alone.
    * I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, and not what I wanted you to be.
    * But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.

    Erma Bombeck

    Comment by Mom | May 12, 2008 | Reply

  4. I love that line! I’ll have to use it on him when he gets home for “lunch” tonight.

    Nope. It’s not Erma. That was my first thought as well, but it’s not listed among her many works. I do love the one you posted though.

    Comment by PA_Lady | May 12, 2008 | Reply


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