To all mothers
Dear Folks,
I would like to share with you and your respective mothers or daugthers who are now mothers as well as with your wife, the following thoughts:
NANAY
Ni Rudy A. Arizala
N - gayong araw ng mga ina
A - ng tanging nasa ala-ala
N - a naghahari sa tuwi na
A - ng pagmamahal at kalinga
Y - aring anak mong naulila.
NO GREATER LOVE
by Rudy A. Arizala
On this Mother´s Day
This I have to pray:
"No love to stay
Greater than Nanay."
Heart and love, I say
This Second Sunday
Every month of May
Are for Mother´s Day!
And hereunder is a longer tribute also toall mothers coming from a mother in the form of a forwarded message, which I woud like to share it with you if you have not yet read it:
Mothers
This is for 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 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 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. A nod 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.
This is for all the 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 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 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 - and we all fall."
LOVE AND PRAY FOR YOUR MOTHERS EVERYDAY!
Papa / Tito / Rudy