Thoughts on Mothers for Mother's Day

Many of you have probably read this little poem. It travels around the internet this time of year. I thought it was fitting and made small alterations.

Mothers:

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Pepperoni Pizza and cherry Kool-Aid saying 'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
And all the mothers who still rub their teenagers backs while they are getting sick.

Those 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, diapers in their purse and binkies in their coat pockets.

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 (sometimes in the cold rain) at baseball,soccer, football, and hockey 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 words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon', or Curious George (46 pages) 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 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 -- or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches (been there done that) , 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 until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
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 she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home? Or the mother who gets to tired from waiting all night and falls asleep in there child's bed.

Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And for 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. 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. And pray and never stop being a mother... For all the mothers in your life. 'Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.'

Thoughts on Guy Movies

Really what is up with the whole men's action genre? I just don't get the average guy flick. Really what is the purpose of badly written action plots that lack characters, story development and comprehensible plot. I am currently watching clear and present danger. Now don't get me wrong I have nothing against Tom Clancy or Harrison Ford but why? This movie is actually good compared to most of the other films in this genre. Yet I am still sitting here and wondering why. Really action films have come a long way since Rambo but they still leave me asking why.
Here is a list of five of my least favorite action films of all time. Judge Dread, Demolition Man, Tango and Cash, The Rambo's, under siege and any Jean-ClaudeVan Damme or Steven Seagal movies. I couldn't really narrow it down there are so many crappy movies out there. I know I am forgetting some of my favorite crappy guy movies. I also don't understand the perfect storm.

Thoughts on Being Sick

I hate being sick! I doubt that anyone really likes being sick although an occasional "sick" day is nice. I am tired of being sick. This flu season our family has had our share of the flu and then some. I got a bad respiratory infection and spent most of the winter on antibiotics. Now my lungs seemed to be weaker than usual. Everything that I have caught since January seems to go straight to my lungs. Everyone else in the house is also coughing. I went to the doctor and she said I just needed to wait it out. I am really looking forward to being able to breath normally again sometime soon. Hopefully sooner than later.