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What makes a mother?



Is it just to give birth to a child?



Is it to raise a child,

from the first day of their life?



Is it getting up,

in the middle of the night,

To feed a screaming infant?



Is it looking at a messy finger painting,

And saying it is the best thing you've ever seen?



Is it kissing a boo-boo better,

When a toddler scrapes her knee?



Is it teaching a youngster to swim?



Or teaching her to ride a bike?



Is it walking a child to school

For the first time,

With a tear in your eye

When they go through the door,

And say goodbye?



Is it getting excited,

About an A on a worksheet?



Is it helping to study,

For a spelling test?



Is it staying up late,

To help finish a science project?



Is it explaining the birds and the bees,

To a confused preteen?



Is it sitting white knuckled

In the passengers seat

While teaching her to drive

A stick for the first time?



Is it waiting up all night,

For her to come home

From a date?



Is it standing there in the audience

Crying just a little,

On graduation day?



Is it Saying good bye,

As she drives away to college?



Is it long talks over the phone,

When her heart is broken?



Is it listening as she goes on and on,

About the perfect guy she met at a party?



Is it proudly watching,

As she steps into her wedding gown?



Is it crying as she says I do,

And you realize

She's not just your little girl any more,

She's a woman and a wife?



Is it sitting by her side,

As she gives birth,

To your first grandchild?



Is it watching her sadden,

As she realizes you are getting older,

And won't be around forever?



What makes a mother?



This is a question I had to ask,

Because if this is what it takes to be mother

Then we all as women,

Weather we have children of our own or not

Are mothers to so many!!!

To our neighbors children,

To our nieces and nephews,

To our friends children,

And even to a child at the park

who falls in front of you.



If this is what makes a mother,

Then I have to say I have the best,

She has laughed with me and cried with me.

She listened as I went on about a new love,

Or a lost one.

She is my Mother and She is my friend,

Without her I don't know how I could have survived my life,

I have had to live my life without her,

And I have lived with her.

She is my inspiration,

She helps me when I need it,

And she calls me when she needs help.

I never want to be without her,

But I know that when she does leave me here,

She will live on in me and in my children's smiles.