[hindi_jokes] HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Happy MOTHERS Day
MOTHERS
If you give this to just one person, it should make it all the way around
the world by Mothers Day.
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up throw up laced with Oscar Mayer Weiners and cherry
Kool-Aid
saying," It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
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 and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the
others 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 at football
or soccer 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 miss 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" 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 off spring are at
home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches
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.
This is for all step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children,
and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
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 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 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 panic,
years later, that comes again at 2 a.m. when you just want to hear their key in
the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from
wherever you are and hug your child when you hear 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 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 everyday
that we love them. And pray.
Please pass this along to all the Moms in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
MOTHERS
If you give this to just one person, it should make it all the way around
the world by Mothers Day.
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up throw up laced with Oscar Mayer Weiners and cherry
Kool-Aid
saying," It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
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 and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the
others 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 at football
or soccer 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 miss 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" 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 off spring are at
home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches
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.
This is for all step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children,
and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
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 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 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 panic,
years later, that comes again at 2 a.m. when you just want to hear their key in
the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from
wherever you are and hug your child when you hear 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 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 everyday
that we love them. And pray.
Please pass this along to all the Moms in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.
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