these are precious! I loved them!

very cute...so very true!

 Very nice, I know their are more... let's hear em.

 God made mom's because he could not be everywhere

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners 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 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 at football , hockey 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 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" 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.


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.


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 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 t 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 every day that we love them. And pray.


Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.


"Home is what catches you when you fall. l - and we all fall."


Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.


(I just did)

 because you can never have too much lovin

I love it...so cute!!!

 These are all very sweet

 Because we care!

 I agree

very nice and true.i love you mom and also you dad.

I got this in an email on Mother's Day and wanted to share it with you all...I wish I knew who wrote it because it is beautiful, so if any one does know, please let me know!

Once upon a time, there was a child ready to be born. One day the child asked God, “They tell me that you are going to send me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?” God replied, “Among the many angels, I have chosen one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”


The child looked sad, saying, “But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.” At that moment, God hugged the child and said, “Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.” But said the child, “Tell me here in heaven I don’t do anything else but sing and smile. That’s what I need to be happy!” God said, “Your angel will sing for you everyday. And you will feel your angels love and be happy.”


The child looked up at God saying, “And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?” God smiled at the child and said, “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”


The child then said, “I’ve heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me from them?” God put his arm around the child, saying, “Your angel will defend you even if it means risking life!”


And said the child, “How am I able to understand when people talk to me, if I don’t know the language that men talk?” God then said smilingly, “My child that’s easy. Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”


Then the child in a hurry asked softly, “Oh God if I am about to leave now please tell me my angel’s name.” God replied, “Your angel’s name is of no importance as you will simply call her MOMMY!”


At that moment, there was much peace in heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard.

 I still like this one!