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| MY MOTHER God molded you from finest clay
And sent you from above,
And that is how I came to have
The gift of life and love.
You showed me how my erring feet
Should tread the path of life,
That was so new, so strange to me,
So filled with unknown strife.
And when I stumbled on my way
'Twas you who helped me up,
And bade me on, and gave me strength
To drink the most bitter cup.
You taught me how to worship God,
And pointed out the way,
But greatest gift of all, my dear,
You taught me how to pray.
And now upon my knees I bend
As you have taught me to,
And bow before the heavenly throne
To thank my God for you.
-Thyrza Roskelley
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| My little boy came into the kitchen this
evening while I was
fixing supper. And he handed me a piece of paper he'd been
writing on. So, after wiping my hands on my apron, I read it,
and this is what it said:
For mowing the grass, $5.
For making my own bed this week, $1.
For going to the store $.50.
For playing with baby brother while you went shopping, $.25.
For taking out the trash, $1.
For getting a good report card, $5.
And for raking the yard, $2.
Well, I looked at him standing there expectantly, and a
thousand memories flashed through my mind. So, I picked
up the paper, and turning it over, this is what I wrote:
For the nine months I carried you, growing inside me, No Charge.
For the nights I sat up with you, doctored you prayed for you, No charge.
For the time and the tears, and the cost through the years, No Charge.
For the nights filled with dread, and the worries ahead, No Charge.
For advice and the knowledge, and the cost of your college, No Charge.
For the toys, food and clothes, and for wiping your nose, No Charge.
Son, when you add it all up, the full cost of my love is No Charge.
Well, when he finished reading, he had great big tears in his eyes.
And he looked up at me and he said, "Mama, I sure do love you."
Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: PAID IN FULL.
~~Author Unknown~~
(Found at www.momsnetwork.com)
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We are only together for a season.
Our children grow up, and then the house will become quiet.
Since our time with them is brief, let's make the most of the summer
of child rearing.
Then we can dance into a winter of rich reward, rather than shuffle
into a season of regret. (Brenda
Hunter Ph. D)
God could not be everywhere, and so He made mothers. (Jewish
Proverb)
Heaven is at the feet of
mothers. (Persian Proverb)
An ounce of mother is
worth a ton of priest. (Spanish Proverb)
To a mother, a son is never a fully grown man; and a son is
never a fully grown man until he understands and accepts this about his mother. (Unknown)
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You're not
famous until my mother has heard of you. - Jay Leno
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