How beautifully everything is arranged by nature. Just as soon as a child enters
the world it finds a mother ready to take care of it. Luckily mothers have been
relieved of such duties as milking cows and making butter so they’ve been able to
move up to family economist, child psychologist, career person and still cook too.
Mothers are the most unselfish, the most responsible people in the world.
Motherhood is still not a matter of bearing children; that is a biological event.
Motherhood is diapers, and bottles, clinging hands and endless questions. Joyful
tears and foolish tears. But, most of all, motherhood is an opportunity to
influence the transformation of a child into a remarkable human being. Just as
breast milk cannot be duplicated, neither can a mother. No one likes one’s
mother ever lived.
Mothering is an art which demands affection, gentleness, and understanding,
firmness, restraint, and sacrifice. At the heart of a mother’s sacrifice is the
knowledge that one day she must set her child free. A mother is not a person to
lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary. A mother achieves more than
a hundred teachers. Where do mothers learn all the things they tell their
children not to do?
What on earth would children do if they don’t have mothers to help them through
their troubles? A mother understands what a child does not say. Oh, the
inexpressible comfort of feeling safe, of being able to pour out words, thoughts
and know that she would take and sift them, keeping what was worth keeping
and parting with the rest. Of all the home remedies, having mother there is best.
As a mother you serve much longer than you expected. Now, as always the
most automated appliance in the house is you. After all, who wants to try to make
pies like mother makes, when it is so much simpler to let mother make them in
the first place! To bear and rear, to cook and clean. To be instantly available
without being underfoot. No wonder the profession is free of male competition.
It is such a grand thing to be the mother of a mother that the world calls you
grandmother. And just about the time a woman thinks her work is done, she
becomes both a grandmother and a grand baby sitter. A mother never realizes
her children are no longer children. No matter how old they are, a mother still
watches for signs of improvement. In the eyes of its mother, every beetle is a
gazelle. Mom is a much more magical word than mother. It holds memories of
sunlit rooms and laugher and love beyond the dreams of anyone. Memories
too, of the push and tug it took to keep you up to par, to make you more than
you thought you could be and memories of advice that did not fall on deaf
ears. I hear you then and I hear you now and I thank you from the bottom of my
heart.
I LOVE YOU MOM .........
