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Mommies  
By Peggy June  
Mommies come in all shapes and sizes and colors
They all smell different and their laps are varied
Their hair might be straight or curly or colored purple
Their noses could be round or square or squashed.
Their arms could be short or long
Their legs might be able to run fast, or not.
They could sing, or play the piano, or read or just sit.
They could paint or decorate or cook or work at a job.
Nothing matters, though, about Mommies except their love.
They love unborn children growing inside them
Even when they are sick and throwing up because of them.
They love their children who are born when they are loud or quiet.
They love their children when they make mistakes and when they are successful.
They love their children when they are well and when they are sick.
They love their children when their children need them and when they don't.
They cry when their children hurt, and they don't let their children see them.
They laugh when things are funny, and sometimes when they're not, to put things right.
Mommies display more courage every day than the bravest heroes.
They have every-moment courage to fill the need, right the wrong, fight the battle, secure the fortress, negotiate the conflict, research the problem, provide the answer, gather the food, beautify the setting, risk the unusual, and conquer the unconquerable.
Mommies have the kisses and hugs to cure all ills and to bolster all confidences.
Mommies never let go of their love. It lives for generations and is passed down to the river of children which comes after them. It becomes a living well and the inheritors draw from its depths when they want to feel special and proud and loved.
And when a Mommy is extra, extra special, her children love her back and she is rewarded with more than all the gold in the world could bring by the kiss of her child on her cheek.