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I have a great Mother. Just the strongest loving mother I have ever met. She raised 8 kids by herself and did a wonderful job
I am flying up to N.J. to say good bye to her. She is dying and most likely will not make another week. This is not a message of sorrow, it is a message of pride and love of a woman who shaped soo many lives in the most unselfish of ways. God bless Mothers I love ya, Mom. |
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I'll think of my Mom. She died 30 years ago.
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Edited by
lu_rosemary
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Sun 05/14/17 06:46 AM
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Happy Mother's Day!
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Edited by
SipSik
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Sun 05/14/17 07:27 AM
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Happy Mother's Day!
And don't forget them all other days too... |
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My mother died long ago.
I've found some ideas on mother-daughter relationships that I think are pretty cool. Mother-Daughter Tattoos     Mother's Rings     Framed Sentiments   From Appleseeds Dot Org http://www.appleseeds.org/spec-idx.htm#Mothers "Beatitudes for Mothers" ~ Author Unknown Blessed are mothers who did without for us, they will be rewarded. Blessed are mothers who lost sleep when we were sick, they will find rest. Blessed are mothers who taught us how to pray, they will share God's kingdom. Blessed are mothers who comforted us, they shall be comforted. Blessed are mothers who taught us right from wrong, they will know justice. Blessed are mothers who shared with us the meaning of peace, they shall know peace. Blessed are mothers who taught us the importance of loving God and each other, they shall see God. A Mother's Love ~ Chris Charles A mother’s love is something That no one can explain, It is made of deep devotion And of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish And enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it Or take that love away… It is patient and forgiving When all others are forsaking. And it never fails or falters Even though the heart is breaking… It believes beyond believing When the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty Of the rarest, brightest gems… It is far beyond defining. It defies all explanation, And it still remains a secret Like the mysteries of Creation… A many splendored miracle Man cannot understand And another wondrous evidence of God’s tender guiding hand. A Mother's Love ~ Erma Bombeck Some day when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them: I loved you enough to ask about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home. I loved you enough to insist that you buy a bike, that we could afford to give you, with your own money. I loved you enough to make you return a Milky-Way— with a bite out of it—to the drug store and to confess "I stole this." I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes. I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust and tears in my eyes. I loved you enough to admit I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness. I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall and hurt. But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all. Brilliant answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions!! Why did God make mothers? She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is. Mostly to clean the house. To help us out of there when we were getting born. How did God make mothers? He used dirt, just like for the rest of us. Magic plus super powers, and a lot of stirring. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts. What ingredients are mothers made of? God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think. Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom? We're related. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's Moms like me. What kind of little girl was your Mom? My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy. They say she used to be nice. What did Mom need to know about Dad before she married him? His last name. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores? Why did your Mom marry your Dad? My Dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot. She got too old to do anything else with him. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on. Who's the boss at your house? Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because Dad's such a goof ball. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than Dad. What's the difference between Moms and Dads? Moms work at work and work at home, and Dads just go to work at work. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them. Dads are taller and stronger, but Moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine. What does your Mom do in her spare time? Mothers don't do spare time. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long. What would it take to make your Mom perfect? On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue. If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be? She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head. Ways to Love a Child Give your presence more than your presents. Laugh, dance and sing together. Listen from a heart-space. Encourage. Understand. Allow them to love themselves. Say yes as often as possible. Say no when necessary. Honor their no's. Apologize. Touch gently. Build lots of blanket forts. Open up. Fly kites together. Lighten up. Believe in possibilities. Read books out loud. Create a circle of quiet. Teach feelings. Share your dreams. Walk in the rain. Celebrate mistakes. Admit yours. Frame their artwork. Stay up late together. Eliminate comparison. Delight in silliness. Handle with care. Protect them. Cherish their innocence. Giggle. Speak kindly. Go swimming. Splash. Let them help. Let them cry. Don't hide your tears. Brag about them. Answer their questions. Let them go when it's time. Let them come back. Show compassion. Bend down to talk to children. Smile even when you're tired. Surprise with a special lunch. Don't judge their friends. Give them enough room to make decisions. Love all they do. Honor their differences. Respect them. Remember they have not been on earth very long. My Children Are Coming Today By Nellie Renoux My children are coming today. They mean well. But they worry. They think I should have a railing in the hall. A telephone in the kitchen, they want someone to come in when I take a bath. They really don’t like my living alone. Help me to be grateful for their concern. And help them to understand that I have to do what I can as long as I can. They’re right when they say there are risks. I might fall, I might leave the stove on. But there is no challenge, no possibility of triumph, no real aliveness without risk. When they were young and climbed trees and rode bicycles and went away to camp I was terrified. But I let them go, because to hold them would have hurt them. Now our roles are reversed, help them see. Keep me from being grim or stubborn about it. But don’t let them smother me. Little maker of the home,
What do you really do? When all is said and done, what will be said of you? You rise each day and like the sun you give your life away, and tired, you’ve run the course again. You need to hear Him say: "Well done, Oh, maker of the home, Well done! You labor not alone. And though your eyes many never see, This home you live to make, you make for Me. "Your life a shadow seems, compared to what others do, but who would catch the tears, and point to Me, if not for you? And when they’ve grown, imprinted on their hearts will always be, how good, how right, to give their lives, and build a home for Me" |
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A Mother's Wisdom (Family Wisdom)
1) Raising teenagers is a lot like nailing Jell-O to a tree. 2) Money isn’t everything but it sure keeps the kids in touch. 3) Your life’s "Golden Age" is the period in your life when your kids are to old to require a babysitter and too young to take the car. 4) Shouting at your children to get cooperation is about the same as steering your car using the horn…same results. 5) To be in your children’s memories tomorrow one must be in their life today. 6) The best advice regarding raising your children is to really enjoy them while they are still on your side. 7) A home’s temperature is best maintained by warm hearts, not cold words or hot heads. 8) "The Joy of Motherhood": What a woman experiences after she puts the last tyke to bed. 9) Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so that he or she can tell when they are really in trouble. 10) Your children may outgrow your lap…but NEVER your heart. 11) God gave you two ears and only one mouth, so that you may listen twice as much as you speak. 12) The only true child experts are those that do not yet have any of their own. 13) Cleaning house with the children at home is a lot like snowblowing during a blizzard. 14) There are only two things that your child is absolutely willing to share: Communicable Diseases and their mother’s age. 15) Why is it that we can’t get a child to read the Bible at home, but when in prison they will. 16) Remember this? "When you grow up and have children of your own, I hope that they are JUST LIKE YOU" It worked. 17) How come your Dad never had money for the ice cream man but after a visit with Grandpa your kids "jingle"? 18) Practice what you preach even covers never letting them see you snag those Ding Dongs for breakfast. |
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Blessed are those parents who make their peace with spilled milk and with mud, for of such is the kingdom of childhood. Blessed is the parent who engages not in the comparison of his child with others, for precious unto each is the rhythm of his own growth. Blessed are the fathers and mothers who have learned laughter, for it is the music of the child’s world. Blessed and wise are those parents who understand the goodness of time, for they make it not a sword that kills growth but a shield to protect. Blessed and mature are they who without anger can say "no", for comforting to the child is the security of firm decisions. Blessed is the gift of consistency, for it is heart’s-ease in childhood. Blessed are they who accept the awkwardness of growth, for they are aware of the choice between marred furnishings and damaged personalities. Blessed are the teachable, for knowledge brings understanding, and understanding brings love. Blessed are the men and women who in the midst of the unpromising mundane, give love, for they bestow the greatest of all gifts to each other, to their children, and—in an ever-widening circle—to their fellow men.
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Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions ~ Author Unknown
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on. When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back. When I hear music I love, I know I can’t carry a tune and don’t have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don’t know them, they make up their own. When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing. When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight." When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with. I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions! |
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