Anything having to do with moms, mothers, motherhood, and parenting should make super-heroes such as "X-men", "superman", "inspector gadget", and "Wonder Woman" come to mind! Moms are not just moms, they are "SUPER MOMS!"--every one of them! So, here's to all the supermoms who do all those things that their kids never notice until they have kids themselves, and all of a sudden are asked, "Wow, Mom, HOW did you do it???"

Supermoms! Here we come!!!!!!

A clever and hilarious parody by Anita Renfroe--A Mom's Day in a 3-minute nutshell! Anything sound familiar? I laughed so hard when I first watched this!

This is to the Mothers

Of all the beautiful, touching and moving poems I've read about mothers, this one is right at the top of the list. Written by Tyler Knott Gregson, this poem puts the deep and impartial feelings of a mother's love into words that will make your heart soar and the tears flow.

This is an ode to all of those

that have never asked for one.

A thank you in words to all of those

that do not do what they do so well

for the thanking.

This is to the mothers.

This is to the ones who match our first

scream with their loudest scream;

who harmonize in our shared pain and joy

and terrified wonder when life begins.

This is to the mothers.

To the ones who stay up late and wake up early

and always know the distance between

their soft humming song and our

tired ears.  To the lips that find

their way to our foreheads and know,

somehow always know, if too much heat

is living in our skin.

To the hands that spread the jam

on the bread and the mesmerizing

patient removal of the crust we just

cannot stomach.

This is to the mothers.

To the ones who shout the loudest

and fight the hardest and sacrifice

the most to keep the smiles glued

to our faces and the magic spinning through

our days.  To the pride they have for us

that cannot fit inside after all they

have endured.  To the leaking of it

out their eyes and onto the backs of their

hands, to the trails of makeup left behind

as they smile through those tears and somehow

always manage a laugh.  This is to

the patience and perseverance and

unyielding promise that at any moment

they would give up their lives

to protect ours. 

This is to the mothers.

To the single moms working four jobs

to put the cheese in the mac and

the apple back into the juice

so their children, like birds in

a nest, can find food in their mouths

and pillows under their heads. 

To the dreams

put on hold and the complete and total rearrangement

of all priority.

This is to the stay-at-home moms and those that

find the energy to go to work every day; to the widows and

the happily married.  To the young mothers and those

that deal with the unexpected announcement of a new

arrival far later than they ever anticipated.

This is to the mothers.

This is to the sack lunches

and sleepover parties, to the soccer games

and oranges slices at halftime.  This is

to the hot chocolate after snowy walks

and the arguing with the umpire at the

little league game.  To the frosting of

birthday cakes and the candles that are

always lit on time; to the Easter egg hunts

the slip-n-slides and the iced tea

on summer days.

This is to the ones that show us the way

to finding our own way.  To the cutting

of the cord, quite literally the first time

and even more painfully and metaphorically

the second time around.

To the mothers who become grandmothers and great-

grandmothers,

and if time is gentle enough, live to see

the children of their children have

children of their own.  To the love.

My goodness to the love that never stops

and comes from somewhere only mothers

have seen and know the secret location of.

To the love that grows stronger as their

hands grow weaker and the spread of jam

becomes slower and the Easter eggs get easier

to find and sack lunches no longer need making.

This is to the way the tears look falling from

the smile lines around their eyes

and the mascara that just might always be

smeared with the remains of their pride for

all they have created.

This is to the mothers.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-