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Am I A Mother


I thought of you and closed my eyes
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother
And I know I heard Him say.


A Mother has a baby
This we know is true.
But God, can you be a Mother
When your baby's not with you?


Yes, you can He replied
With confidence in His voice
I give many women babies
When they leave is not their choice.


Some I send for a lifetime
And others for a day.
And some I send to fill your womb
But there's no need to stay


I just don't understand this,
God I want my baby here
He took a breath and cleared His throat
And then I saw a tear.


I wish I could show you
What your child is doing today.
If you could see your child smile
With other children and say


"We go to earth to learn
our lessons Of love and life and fear.
My Mommy loved me oh so much
I got to come straight here.


I feel so lucky to have a Mom
Who had so much love for me
I learned my lesson very quickly
My Mommy set me free.


I miss my Mommy oh so much
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep
On her pillow's where I lay.


I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek
And whisper in her ear.
Mommy don't be sad today
I'm your baby and I'm here."


So you see my dear sweet one
Your children are o.k.
Your babies are here in My home
And this is where they'll stay.


They'll wait for you with Me
Until your lesson is through.
And on the day that you come home
They'll be at the gates for you.


So now you see what makes a Mother
It's the feeling in your heart.
It's the love you had so much of
Right from the very start.


Though some on earth may
not realize you're a Mother,
Until their time is done.
They'll be up here with Me one day
And know you're the best one!


~Author Unknown


Surviving a Child on Mother's Day

If you're looking for an answer this Mother's Day
to why God reclaimed your child,
I don't know. I only know
that thousands of mothers out there today
desperately need an answer as to why they
were permitted to go through the elation
of carrying a child and then lose it to miscarriage,
accident, violence, suicide, disease or drugs.


Motherhood isn't just a series of contractions;
it's a state of mind.
From the moment we know life is inside us,
we feel a responsibility to protect
and defend that human being.
It's a promise we can't keep.
We beat ourselves to death over that pledge.
"If I hadn't worked through the eighth month."
"If I had taken him/her
to the doctor when he had a fever."
"If I hadn't let him use the car that night."
"If I hadn't been so na´ve,
I'd have noticed he was on drugs
or needed help with depression."


The longer I live, the more convinced
I become that surviving changes us.
After the bitterness, the anger, the guilt
and despair are tempered by time,
we look at life differently.
While I was writing my book:
"I Want to Grow Hair, I Want to Grow Up, I Want to Go to Boise,"
I talked with mothers who
had lost a child to cancer.
Every single one said that death
gave their lives new meaning and purpose.


And who do you think prepared them for the rough, lonely road
that they had to travel? - their dying child.
They pointed their mothers toward the future
and told them to keep going.
The children had already accepted
what their mothers were fighting to reject.
Even those children who died a sudden death
are able to spiritually touch their parents
and help them live on.


The children in the bombed-out nursery in
Oklahoma City have touched many lives.
Workers who had probably given their kids
a mechanical pat on the head
without thinking that morning were making calls home
during the day to their children to say,
"I love you."


Joy and life abound for millions of mothers on Mother's Day.
It's also a day of appreciation and respect.
I can think of no mothers who deserve it
more than those who had to give a child back.


In the face of misery they ask, "Why me?"
but there is no answer.
Maybe they are the instruments who are left behind
to perpetuate the lives that were lost
and appreciate the times they had with their children.
They are the ones who help pick up the pieces
when tragedy occurs and others have lost their children.


~~Erma Bombeck~~



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