A Tribute to All Mothers

A Tribute to All Mothers
This is for all mothers everywhere who try their best and only want to care.

This is for Mothers who read the Three Little Pigs, The Billy Goats Gruff and Little Red Riding Hood every night to get the children to sleep and then a little eye would open and say “Please Mom, will you read it again.”

This is for Mothers who take their children to football matches and basketball games, who sit in the car and watch and wait or stand on the sidelines and when your child asked “Did you see my goal, Mom?” and proud as punch you would say, “Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

This is for Mothers who run car pools and bake birthday cakes and sew Halloween costumes and for Mothers who don’t.

This is for Mothers whose patience runs out when their two year old wants ice cream before dinner and whose four year old says “I’m bored, I want to go home.”

This is for Mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they went to school and for Mothers who opted for Velcro instead. And for Mothers who bite their lip until it bleeds when their fourteen year old dyes their hair green and puts seven ear-rings in each ear.

This is for Mothers who don’t sleep a wink … wondering and waiting. Hoping all will come in. Now all safely home and the lock on the door, She turns over gently and says ‘Thank you God’ for the end of another weekend.

This is for all Mothers whose children have gone astray and can’t find words to reach them and all they can do is pray.

This is for Mothers who cook and launder and clean … wash up dishes and never complain

This is for Mothers who turn automatically when they hear a little voice say “Mom” even though they know their own are safe at home.

This is for all broken-hearted Mothers who put candles and teddy bears on graves of their children and hold precious and fond memories of happier times past and wonder, today what they would look like or tall they would stand.

This is for Mothers who have gone home to heaven themselves. If we had them today wouldn’t we treat them and spoil them but instead we pray for them and look forward to meeting them in heaven again.

This is for young Mothers who are learning and mature Mothers who are trying to let go, for working Mothers and stay at home Mothers, for young Mothers and old

Can I say, “hang in there, we need you, you are rarer than gold.
God bless all Mothers, may they never grow old.