To Mom

There aren't enough hours in the day to describe what moms do.  From kissing the boo-boos to driving the carpools, the job is both exhausting and rewarding.  A good friend of mine, who also has four kids, sent me an e-mail.  It was one of those never-ending "forwards" that I dread.  I reluctantly opened it only to read a charming little essay.  Here's a portion:

"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 "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 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 to military boot camp."

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

So to all you moms out there that wipe the tears, listen to the problems, and worry through the nights I say, "Happy Mother's Day!"

Comments

[brn]

Nicely said Rebecca :)

[Paul]

That was beautiful. Thanks for writing that.