# Happy Moms Day!

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [May 15, 2000, 1:58am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535 "2000-05-15T01:58:12Z")\
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**Author:** ![GreenEyes](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/f9ae1b/32.png) [@GreenEyes](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/GreenEyes)\
**Post date:** [May 15, 2000, 1:58am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535/1 "2000-05-15T01:58:12Z")

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For all Mothers, and those who have a Mother…

This for all the mothers who DID and DIDN’T  
win Mother of the Year in 1999.

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, I 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.

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? I think so.

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.

This is for all the mothers 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 an 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.

Greetings everyone! Been reading the boards here for the last few weeks and I must say it’s been interesting AND entertaining. Name: Michele… Age:34… Location: So Cal. Nice to meet ya!!

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**Author:** ![Osip](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/o/4491bb/32.png) [@Osip](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Osip)\
**Post date:** [May 15, 2000, 2:08am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535/2 "2000-05-15T02:08:38Z")

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Hi nice first post.  
My name is Osip. Feel free to say hello whenever and where ever you feel like it.

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**Author:** ![annalamerino](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/a/b3f665/32.png) [@annalamerino](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/annalamerino)\
**Post date:** [May 15, 2000, 2:15am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535/3 "2000-05-15T02:15:59Z")

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Soccer, huh?

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**Author:** ![GreenEyes](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/g/f9ae1b/32.png) [@GreenEyes](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/GreenEyes)\
**Post date:** [May 15, 2000, 4:46am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/happy-moms-day/19535/4 "2000-05-15T04:46:34Z")

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Thanks for the welcome Osip 🙂