mother-s-day

Wherever mom is, there is my heart and my home.

Being a mother is not about __irthing a child into the world._ Rather, it is about repeatedly __irthing into the child_ a steady sense of their inestimable worth, a prized understanding of their authentic self, a conviction that the impossible is largely the stuff of myth, and an utterly unwavering belief that the cold actions of men never represent the warm heart of God. It is the relentless act of birthing these things into the innermost soul of a thirsty child that makes a woman a mother.

Being a mother is not about __irthing a child into the world._ Rather, it is about repeatedly __irthing into the child_ a steady sense of their inestimable worth, a prized understanding of their authentic self, a conviction that the impossible is largely the stuff of myth, and an utterly unwavering belief that cold actions of men never represent the warm heart of God. It is the relentless act of birthing these things into the innermost soul of a thirsty child that makes a woman a mother.

I'm blessed and I couldn't be more grateful. Do you want to know why? Because I'm a mother, but that's only half of it. I'm blessed because, when I need to, I can still just be a daughter. I get the feeling that there is nothing more precious than to have both of these roles, simultaneously.

Thank you, Mom, for the way you managed yourself during the childish, mean, selfish, insensitive, irresponsible, unreasonable, hateful moments I put you through. From your example I learned to be patient, positive, kind, selfless, sympathetic, reliable, sensible, and loving. You have my endless appreciation.

Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.

A mother's love is the morning sunshine that always enlightens our way. A mother occupies the most special place in our heart every moment of every day. I wish all mothers a very happy and brightest Mother's Day.

What is more powerful than the love of a mother? Perhaps only God's hand in answering her earnest pleadings on your behalf.

I've yet to find another soul who believes in me with the same fervency as my mother.

Moms are life's number one cheerleaders without uniforms.

Mothers care in volumes of tears and earnestness of prayers and a depth of emotion others cannot fathom.

Mothers were meant to love us unconditionally, to understand our moments of stupidity, to reprimand us for lame excuses while yet acknowledging our point of view, to weep over our pain and failures as well as cry at our joy and successes, and to cheer us on despite countless start-overs. Heaven knows no one else will.

What a mother wants is to hold her babies when they__e small and to be held by them once they__e grown tall. It__ empty arms a mother dreads.

One of the strongest loves I__e ever witnessed is the love a mother has for her child.

My mother does not own my hands, though she works hard to train them. My mother does not own my eyes, though she frequently directs their focus. My mother does not own my mind, though she yields great influence upon it. My heart, however, she owns completely, for it was hers the day I was born.

In one way or another,you owe your life to Mother.

Things that remind me of Mother are these:the truth __id deception, a warm summer breeze,the calm within chaos, a stitch in a rip,a comforting blanket, the smile on her lip,an ocean of love in a heart big as whales,the morals in everyday stories she tells,a wink amid laughter, the wisdom in books,the peace in humility, beauty in looks,the light and the life in a ray of the sun,the hard work accomplished disguised as pure fun,concern in a handclasp, encouragement too,the hope in a clear morning sky azure blue,the power in prayers uttered soft and sincere,the faith in a promise, and joy in a tear.These things all attest to the wonder and graceof my precious mother, none else could replace.

You breathe.You feel.You seeand hearand smelland tasteand thinkand moveand laughand weepand healand danceand singand love.Thank your mother.