This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry kool-Aid and saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here".
For the mothers who 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 air, milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see and the mothers who took those babies and gave them loving homes.
This is for mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And when her child asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" and mom would say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world"...and mean it.
This is for all 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.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about 'the birds and the bees' and for those mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't ind the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Mickey Mouse Goes to the Farm" twice a night for a year and then reads it again. "Just one more time".
This is for the mothers who taught their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother who, in a crowded place turns her head automatically when a little voice calls "Mom", even though they know their own offspring are at home, or even grown.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with a stomach ache, assuring them they would be just fine once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later to come and get their child.
This is for mothers who children have gone astray and can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bit their lips until they bleed when their 14 year old daughter dyes her hair green.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful and now pray they will come home safely from war.
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so are our thoughts for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation, and mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay at home moms.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money and mothers without.
This is for all of you. We love you and appreciate your years of giving and giving.