10 things your mother never told you

1. You often made her cry.
You made her cry when she found out that she was pregnant. She cried when she gave you food. She cried the first time she held you in her arms... She cried with joy. She cried because she was scared. She cried because of the countless nights without sleep. She still cries because she loves you so much. She cried when you cried.

2. She wanted the last cookie..
But when she saw you sitting there with your big eyes looking hungry she simply couldn't say no to you. Because whenever you were happy, she was happy.

3. It hurt...
It hurt when you pulled her hair. It hurt when you grabbed her skin with your long nails. It hurt when she breastfed you and you bit her. It hurt when you kicked and punched her. It hurt her so much when she was carrying you for 9 months and it hurt even more when she gave birth to you. But she never told you; because all she wanted was for you to be happy.

4. She was always afraid..
Right from the moment you were born, she did everything in her power to protect you. She became the woman who turned down her friends when they asked to hold you, because she felt that no one in the entire world could hold you as safe and secure as she could. Her heart skipped a beat when you took your first steps. She stayed up all night just to make sure you got home safe, and she woke you up in the morning so you could go to school. Every time you got hurt, she was the first one to help you.. And every time you were sick, she stayed home just to be with you and to make sure that you were okay. She tries her best to protect you and she always will..

5. She knows that she isn't perfect.
She is tough on herself.. She knows all her flaws, and sometimes she hates herself for it. But the toughest times are when it's about you.. She wanted to be the perfect mom, and not make any mistakes - but it is only human to fail which she did sometimes. She still tries to forgive herself for the mistakes she made.. She wishes, with all of her heart, that she could go back in time and fix these mistakes, but she cant. So be good to her, and let her know that she did her best and that you appreciate it..

6. She was watching you while you were sleeping.
At some point, she sat up all night just to watch your beautiful face while you were sleeping. When you couldn't fall asleep she sang a song for you. Even though she was tired herself she stayed up just to make sure you fell asleep. When you finally fell asleep, she stayed up for a little bit longer, just to look at you. She enjoyed the quietness and she watched how your face expressed more love than possible.

7. She carried you for way more than a few months...
She learned to carry you while cleaning. She learned to carry you while cooking, while she cleared the dinner table and while she washed the dishes. She carried you all the time, she even carried you while sleeping. Her arms were tired, her back hurt. Her body went through a lot of changes, just for you. But when you came into this world, she knew it was all worth it. When she held you in her arms, she was happy..

8. She was sad when you cried..
Nothing hurt as much as when you cried. There was no sight that hurt her more, than watching you run away with tears down your face.. She did everything to make you happy again, and when it didn't succeed, it hurt her.. 

9. You were always first!
She hadn't had any food all day. She didn't shower for the last two days. She only slept 5 hours the last two days. She always put you first. When she got home from work and mostly felt like sleeping, she always took care of you first. If you were hungry, she made you food. If you were sad, she talked with you. She did anything in her power to keep you happy, and she always chose you before herself..
10. She would do it all over again..

Being a mother is the toughest job in the world. You cry, it hurts, you try, you fail, you work and you learn. But you also feel more joy than you thought was possible. The joy you feel when you see your child happy beats everything. Despite all the pain, sleepless nights and the early mornings, she would still do it all over again, just for you..

Thank you mother... Thanks for everything you've done for me and our family. 
I love you so much.

A mother's Hands

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

All of the mothers

This is for all the mothers who probably won't win Mother of the Year. All the runners-up and all the wannabes. The mothers too tired to enter or too busy to care. This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" they could say, "Of course, wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

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." This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes. For all the mothers of the victims of the Colorado shooting, and the mothers of the murderers. 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. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

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 school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?

So 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. This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year... And then reading it again, "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner. This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. For all the mothers who bite their lips - sometimes until they bleed - when their 14 year olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies 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. 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 mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the mothers who sent their sons to school with stomachaches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse and hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

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.

Hang in there, and know that you are loved and needed.

"Home is what catches us when we fall - and we all fall."
- Anonymous

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Thoughts on Motherhood

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring... that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"... that somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices... that somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother... that somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first... that somebody doesn't have five children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books... that somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery... that somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back... that somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... that somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... that somebody isn't a mother.