happy mother’s day

A little boy asked his mother, ‘Why are you crying?’ ‘Because I’m a woman,’ she told him.  ‘I don’t understand,’ he said.  His Mom just hugged him and said, ‘And you never will.’

Later the little boy asked his father, ‘Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?’ ‘All women cry for no reason,’ was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, ‘God, why do women cry so easily?’  God said:

‘When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue with out complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.’ ‘You see my son,’ said God, ‘the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.

I have been blessed to have a mother with strong shoulders who has always and continues to demonstrate a power house of inner strength.  When times are tough, she carries herself with grace and dignity and walks the path of life with faith that God is leading the way.  If I could carry the weight of the burdens of life she faces now, I would.  I too have strong shoulders…everything I am is because of her.  Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

Every Mother’s Day is special for me but a new awareness that tomorow is not promised, it probably goes without saying that this one in particular will have special meaning. To my gifts from God…

Michael, Nathan and Emily:

Being your mother means that I have had the opportunity to experience loving someone more than I love myself. I have learned what it’s like to experience joy and pain through someone else’s life.

It has brought me pride and joy; your accomplishments touch me and thrill me like no one else’s can. It has brought me a few tears and heartaches at times, but it has taught me hope and patience. It has shown me the depth, strength, and power of love.

Being your mother hasn’t always been easy, and I’m sure I’ve said or done things that have hurt or confused you. But no one has ever made me as satisfied as you do just by being happy. No one has made me as proud as you do just by living up to your responsibilities.

No one’s smile has ever warmed my heart like yours does; no one’s laughter fills my heart with delight as quickly as yours can. No one’s hugs feel as sweet, and no one’s dreams mean as much to me as yours do. No other memories of bad times have miraculously turned into important lessons or humorous stories; the good times have become precious treasures to relive again and again.

You are a part of me, and no matter what happened in the past or what the future holds, you are someone I will always accept, forgive, appreciate, adore, and love unconditionally.

Being your mother means that I’ve been given one of life’s greatest gifts: you.

xxoo