“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.”
― Kristin Hannah, Summer Island
― Kristin Hannah, Summer Island
1. Silly songs such as "Knees Up Mother Brown",
and "Yum, Yum, Bubblegum"
2. That making your bed makes your room appear tidier then it may be
3. Selflessness is an amazing quality
(your shoes are too big too fill, Mom)
4. Laugh often.
Laugh at yourself.
Be silly.
5. Dream.
Don't say if, but one day and when.
6. How to get all the food on the table hot
7. That prayer is always the first resort
8. The love you have for your husband.
9. Blood is thicker then water
10. The love of a mother is truely unconditional,
and yes Mom I now know that you really do love me more.
Being a mother myself,
I know fully understand the work it took to get me here.
The hours of labor.
The nights you spent on your knees praying for me
(and Spencer),
the times you worried about me,
the times you fought for me.
The hours you stayed awake setting up toys on Christmas Eve,
making costumes for Halloween or a school play.
The research we you did for science fair projects.
The mundane chores like bathing me,
folding my laundry and brushing out my hair.
Dragging me out of bed to make it to school on time.
Or sitting next to my bed singing to me, reading me stories
and softly stroking my face with your hands.
I am sure there are countless things you did
that I did not see.
Little "chats" with friends and boys that hurt me, left me out or said something mean.
Teachers that wronged me.
I remember how upset I was the day I had forgotten my homework
and it meant I couldn't be a school mediator.
I'll never forget how much you hurt too.
Running to the store at night to buy Tylenol to bring down my fever,
and the struggles with getting a newborn to nurse.
Taking me to countless appointments and blood draws as a baby and child.
I remember you telling me how dad would tickle my feet to
keep me awake so that you could feed me my bottle with medicine.
Those moments I appreciate.
I love watching you interact with Claire.
You are an amazing grandmother.
I am so thankful that you were there when she was born.
Mom, I love you.
If I was living at home
I'd make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.
But because I'm not,
I'll just blog for you!
“When God Created Mothers"
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."
It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."
I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
Can it think?"
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
What's it for?"
It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
― Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers
When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."
It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.
One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."
I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."
Can it think?"
Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."
It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."
What's it for?"
It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
You are a genius, " said the angel.
Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
― Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers
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