MOTHERS DAY

[NYMAMA]

I wasn't sure where to start this post but this seems the most active so here it is.

Just a quick reminder that Mothers Day is next Sunday May 13th

I know everyone returning will still be on a high (or high;) ) from the fest , and thought you might appreciate a reminder.

[mamaroux]

My daughter (the youngest one) called while we were at MSY waiting on our plane to invite us down to her place in Virginia for the weekend... and I had no clue why! LOL She said beings it's mothers day... and I miss you... but she also misses the dog and wants him to come with us. Mothers day... and that means US!

[NYMAMA]

LOL that sounds like a very nice way to spend the day

[NOLA]

For us locals, Mother's Day means Irma Thomas singing at Audubon Zoo. I have neither a wife nor kids, but you can bet I'll be there!

[Belle]

Mom's day is upon us. I am grateful to be one and grateful I had such a good one! I hope all the Threadheads who are mom's feel blessed. To those of us who's mom's have passed, I hope the memories are sweet. And if you still got one hope you can make it special.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY EVERYONE!!!

[linza22]

Mom's day is upon us. I am greatful to be one and greatful I had such a good one! I hope all the Threadhead who are mom's feel blessed. To those of us who's mom's have passed, I hope the memories are sweet. And if you still got one hope you can make it special.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY EVERYONE!!!

lot's of love to all the mommies...mine has left this earth but is still with me. mom's are the best! have you ever noticed that noone ever smells like mommy? what a special scent.

[pokerchick66]

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 car-pools 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. 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.

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. :)

[linza22]

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 car-pools 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. 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.

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. :)

that 's beautiful. thank you for sharing those wonderful thoughts.

[VWGal]

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms on this bored -- and thanks PC for posting the definitive description of motherhood. I thank heavens for my mom who instilled a love of music in me, and despite advanced Alzheimers at age 89, can play Battle Hymn of the Republic on her mouth organ!

(I don't recall her playing it in my youth, but apparently playing and enjoying music is one of the last things she has left, and I am beyond grateful for that.)

[pokerchick66]

that 's beautiful. thank you for sharing those wonderful thoughts.

Thanks, I think so, too. I got it in my email last week and saved it for this. :)

[ScoopJohnD]

May all the Threadhead mom's, and the mom's of Threadheads have a wonderful day.

[Belle]

May all the Threadhead mom's, and the mom's of Threadheads have a wonderful day.


That just about covers everyone.

[NYMAMA]

Happy Mothers Day

To qualify for the above greeting you are female,kind, nurturer,listener,consouler,...ect

I think that takes in all the female Threadheads.

[bluesgirl]

I'm not a mom, unless you count the dog. :D

I got my mom 2 CDs (Jim Croce and James Taylor, she loved both when we were kids so I hope she still does), flamingo beads, and 2 pictures of me in a double frame, close up at the Bobby Charles tribute. A friend from here sent them on Friday. I didn't know that he had taken them. I am in my happy place in those pics. And one of them shows an absolute strong resemblance to my mom (patry hat, Katrina beads and big smile). I hope she likes them.

We are going to her house for a Mother's Day/deck warming patry with steamed crabs. I'm bringing turkey BBQ and BREAD PUDDIN'.

[breambob]

Almost missed this one. Happy Day to all you mothers :)

Nice buffet downtown with the family. Momma is still mean as a snake. East Texas women can be hell. With turbojets.
I love her with all my heart.

Thought about the threadhead grandmothers too.
Thoughts about Joey, wherey'at girl?

[mdfest]

Happy Mothers Day for all the hot mammas.

[ozzie]

How's you're momma doing Breambob? In the new house? Cheers to ya both.

I celebrated (long distance) with my ma-in-law who is the sweetest woman ever!

[breambob]

How's you're momma doing Breambob? In the new house? Cheers to ya both.

I celebrated (long distance) with my ma-in-law who is the sweetest woman ever!

TY, oz. Very sorry I missed you this year :(
We got her moved totally on Friday. Don't know what to say but is has been wild and strange the last few weeks. More to come as we unpack. Went by the "old" house today. The last time it was empty was in 1966. A heartbreaker.

This may be selfish, but I would like a truama free Jazz Fest in 2008, please.

[steeleye]

TY, oz. Very sorry I missed you this year :(
We got her moved totally on Friday. Don't know what to say but is has been wild and strange the last few weeks. More to come as we unpack. Went by the "old" house today. The last time it was empty was in 1966. A heartbreaker.

This may be selfish, but I would like a truama free Jazz Fest in 2008, please.

Sorry I missed you this year, Bream. Give your Mom a hug and be thankful she's still there for you my friend. Best wishes.

[glinda]

Happy Mother's Day to all the TH mama's and their mamas and their mama's mamas.

And Bream, hope your 2008 jazzfest is truman/trauma/treme/trumba-free. Not selfish at all.

[bluedog]

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY to all the Thread Head moms!
thanx for that poem Monica ... it brought me to tears ... warm & gooey tears;)

[Corona]

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 car-pools 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. 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.

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. :)
oh man that was beautiful and brought back so many memories of mothering Sammy. Good Night Moon was her favorite book for a LONG time :)