The Miracles of Motherhood... How do you do it?!?!?

Happy Mother's Day!

This is a big thank you and ode of honor to all the mamas out there, and very special women who have made an impact on one or many.

I don't know how you do it -- there is no manual, there is no proper training, and ultimately you are in charge of another human life and how they will turn out!

Wow -- Talk about a Miracle!!! It's a miracle all of us kids have turned out as well or respectively as great as we have, & it's a miracle how mothers are naturally as phenomenal and lovely as you are!

In honor of you MAMAS, enjoy one of my favorite poems by Walt Whitman called Miracles. Love you MOM -- you make life a miracle xoxo

While you're at it, enjoy it with a beautiful Austrian Rose Zweigelt 2010, Weingut Brundlmayer from Kamptal Langenloiser Click on that link and it will give you a description of the wine.

You can find out where you can buy it locally on this great wine website: www.snooth.com

Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?

As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,

Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,

Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,

Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,

Or stand under trees in the woods,

Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night

with any one I love,

Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,

Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,

Or animals feeding in the fields,

Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,

Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet

and bright,

Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,

The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,

Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,

Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,

The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the

ships with men in them,

What stranger miracles are there?

by Walt Whitman

And if you want to check out some more cool iconic mother/child artwork enjoy this blogpost: Hubpages, A Tribute to Mothers