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Today is the day set aside to honor and remember our mothers.
I honor all the moms here today and invite you to honor yours here too
May each and everyone of you be blest with happines, good company and health this and every day
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I thank God today for the little mom he gave me to. She barely was 4 ft 10 inches tall but was a mountain in strength and endurance of a hard life. She taught us to always be truthful no matter what the consequence's were and to listen more than talk. She has been at rest in the Lord for many years now, but is alive in many ways in myself and my own daughters..
She always has, as she has known how to do, her best. Life doesn't come with a blueprint...and children do not come with an owner's manuel...and sometimes we are dealt with a not so very good hand of cards.
I love my mom. She lives with me in my home. I have nursed her back to health through colon cancer...and have taken her to 1000's of Dr.s visits in the past 8 years since she has been with me...made sure she takes her prescribed medication on time and in the right dosages...clean up spills of coffee...cream...sugar...soap...food...dropped tissues on the floor...I have been her personal clothes inspector...making sure she doesn't put on a shirt that has suffered her daily mealtime mishaps...(she wears her food well......)...cried with her because she is going blind, and she is scared...I take her to her favorite place...the beach...and her and I sit on the beach together under the umbrella and talk...snooze...sing with the radio...go for a short walk...and smell the fragrances of the ocean, with the hint of coconut oil in the air...listening to the call of the seagulls...and listen to the roar of the waves as they crash on the beach...feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces...and toes......
...so often I just stare at her while she is sleeping...thinking how precious she is to me...how she is my child now and I am the mother...and how it is that the rolls have reversed...but this is the way it is supposed to be...she took care of me, and now it is time for me to take care of her...and it is my honor to be the one out of the three daughters who gets this special role in life...I know so much about her that the other two have no idea of...wonderful things...and I treasure her and all those secret things she holds inside her heart.
Thank You God for my mother...bless her Father...and I pray for Your precious, perfect will be done in and through her life...let me be the example of Who You are and Who Your precious Son, Jesus Christ is...and help me Lord, to bring her truth as You teach it Father...and help me to be patient and understanding and gentle with her...always. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
And my wish ~ is that each of you sweet mother's out there have a beautifully blessed day.....thank you Miss Blue for this thread ...and a Happy Mother's Day to you sweet lady.
My sweet mother is resting in the arms of Jesus and but she resides forever in my heart. I miss her today and every day. I miss her smile, her beautiful eyes, her tender hands, her contagious laugh, her sweet scent, and most of all her gentle heart. I look forward to the day when I will hold her again forever. I love you, Mother.
This is my favorite Mother's Day poem ever... I'm sorry, but I don't know the author's name.
This is for the mothers who have sat up
all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer
wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
"It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end
soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at
work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and
make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to
babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art
collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead
of watching from the warmth of their cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?"
they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't
have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids
in the grocery store and swat them in despair when
they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.
And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with
their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go
hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon " twice a night for a year. And then
read it again, "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught
their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers
who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons
to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns
automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?"
in a crowd, even though they know their
own offspring are at home -- or even away
at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids
to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only
to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for the mothers that put teddybears and
pinwheels and their children's graves. This is for
mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't
find the words to reach them. For all the mothers
who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of
recent school shootings, and the mothers
of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs
in horror, hugging their child
who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their
children to be peaceful, and now pray
they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and
sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she
watches her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone
for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to
dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put
her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again
at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear
their key in the door and know they
are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is
and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are
universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper
changes and sleep deprivation....
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can
only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray
and never stop being a mother....
And bless all those people who are/were the children who made mothering such a blessing.
Mine are among those -- high on that ladder -- at every stage of their lives. I am the luckiest mom alive. Thank you, my G-d!
My Mom's an amazing woman who had six kids. After she had me people told her it was foolish to have another, but I'm so glad for my little sister. Wished I'd done more for her today.
Thanks mom, for not throwing me in a fire for eternity if I don't always do as you say!!
Blessings mom!
brian
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I honor....love....and respect my mother...
...)...cried with her because she is going blind, and she is scared...I take her to her favorite place...the beach...and her and I sit on the beach together under the umbrella and talk...snooze...sing with the radio...go for a short walk...and smell the fragrances of the ocean, with the hint of coconut oil in the air...listening to the call of the seagulls...and listen to the roar of the waves as they crash on the beach...feeling the warmth of the sun on our faces...and toes......
