My Dear Mother To one who bears the sweetest name, and adds lustre to the same, Long life to her, for there's no other, who takes the place of my dear mother.              author unknown to me

Mother's Covers When you were small And just a touch away, I covered you with blankets Against the cold night air. But no that you are tall and out of reach, I fold my hands And cover you with prayer. by Dona Maddux Cooper

my writings for mothers Why am I a Mommy? (a message for Mama's of boys)    Thoughts for Mothers Of Roses and Wayward Children     A Mother Worthy of Remembrance This week's Good Things & Recipes -  Mother's Day

I SAID A MOTHER'S PRAYER FOR YOU

I said a Mother's Day prayer for you
to thank the Lord above
for blessing me with a lifetime
of your tenderhearted love.

I thanked God for the caring
you've shown me through the years,
for the closeness we've enjoyed
in time of laughter and of tears.

And so, I thank you from the heart
for all you've done for me
and I bless the Lord for giving me
the best mother there could be!

~Author Unknown to me~

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Mother

For as long as I can remember...
You were always by my side,
To give me support, confidence and help.

For as long as I can remember...
You were always the person I looked up to,
So strong, so sensitive, so pretty.

For as long as I can remember...
You always provided stability within our family,
Full of laughter, full of tears, full of love.

For as long as I can remember...
And still today,
You are everything a mother should be.

Whatever I have become is because of you...
...and I thank you forever for our relationship.
(author unknown to me)

 

M  is for the million things she gave me,

O  means only that she's growing old,

T  is for the tears she shed to save me,

H  is for her heart of purest gold;

E  is for her eyes with love-light shining,

R  means right, and right she'll always be,

Put them all together, they spell MOTHER

Howard Johnson (c. 1915)

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Happy Mothers Day...to all the stay at home moms!

                                       When Mothers became like the ostrich!

Job 39:13-17 tells us about the ignorance of the ostrich. Verse 16 says, She is hardened against her young ones, as though they were not hers; her labor is in vain without fear; As I pondered these verses, I began to think of the women in our society today, who act as if their young is not theirs. Most so-called "Christian" women today, have neglected their children, and have left their homes in pursuit of a 'career'. These women Labor in Vain! They have been hardened against their young ones, they have forsaken their Godly calling, and these women seemingly do this without fear. Do not these mothers see the damage that is caused by their negligence.

When the ostrich leaveth her eggs, and forgetteth them, her young is in danger of being crushed, or broken. (Job 39: 14-15) Christian mothers AWAKE and see your children being trodden down by the foot of man! God hath called the "Mother" to protect, shelter, embrace, and care for her young. This job belongs to the Mother, and no one else!
"O" Christian mothers be not as the ostrich which God hath deprived of her wisdom (Job 39: 17), but be ye like the virtuous women, who looketh well to the ways of her household, and her husband and children doth praise her! (Proverbs 31: 27-28) kjv

*It is past time for Mothers to get there heads out of the sand, wipe the dirt from their eyes, and grab hold of the duty in which they have been called.*  
Jessica Campbell 5-4-05

Thank you Lord for all the Godly Mothers, who stay in their place, and sacrifice their desires, to take care of their children.

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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

 

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, so 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 (grandmothers 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.
 
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 mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the  words to reach them.
 
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes to tally unappreciated!

 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 you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear  down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
 
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.  to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?  The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M.  when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe  again in your home?
 
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you  hear 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 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.
 

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and then, of course, PD Eastman's  Are You My Mother?

more to be added when time allows... you know...
I'm a mother, too.