mother-s-love

My mother was everything to me_and then I got married_and my husband became everything to me. It struck me then_ Regret was a wasted emotion_ Guilt was even worse. But who can escape these destructive feelings? Who can pretend they didn__ exist?

I__ ask you to be careful tomorrow, if I thought you__ listen to me,_ I said to him.He looked sympathetic but annoyed. __um, I__ not a baby anymore._ Then sensing that I was on the verge of crying, he hugged me gently to his chest. I couldn__ remember the last time he__ hugged me this way. With my face pressed next to his heart I whispered softly, __ou__l always be my baby._ The hug grew firmer and the teardrops began to fall freely.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.

through the screen door I find all three of my boys throwing a ball around the yard with Cooper. My heart bursts in my chest. Just explodes. It physically hurts to feel so much all at once. It__ like I__ staring at a movie of what my life__ur life__ould have been.

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.

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.

I never knew what Mother knowed,Like how a thread and needle sewed,And how a kiss healed boo-boos fast.Why family knots were made to last.I never knew how Mother sawA caring man in angry pa,A smile beneath the teary gloom,A game inside a messy room.I never knowed what Mother knew,Like how to smile when days were blue,And how to laugh for laughter__ sake,While giving up her slice of cake.I never saw what Mother see__Like honor pulling garden weeds,Or deep confessions in a look,And hope alive in storybooks.I never knew how Mother knowedTo hand out carrots when it snowed,And why hot cocoa liked the rain,While naptime kept a person sane.For mother knowed and see__ it all.A winner in a strike-out ball.A 'yes, please' in a shoulder shrug.A 'love you mostest' in a hug.Perhaps, someday, I__l come to knowWhat Mother saw and knowed as so.Like how 'I__ right' can be all wrong,And why the night requires a song.But of the things I learned and knewI never doubted one thing true.My mother made it crystal clear,she knowed and loved me ever dear.

I look at the cake in my mother's arms and think: here stands the only person in the whole world who'd go to such trouble for fractious, ungrateful me.

When you look into your mother__ eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

I have always been their rock. A mother__ unconditional love is fervent enough to battle against the gates of hell, rise up from her knees and stand gallant, in spite of her gaping war wounds. If only they knew the battle fought and the flood of tearshed without having to endure such agony.

There is no greater heaven than the heart of a loving motherShe takes care of you when you are still in her womb.She nurtures you after you are born.She hurts when you fall,She celebrates when you make your first steps.She is the only person who genuinely cares about you.She loves you as she loves herself.Her heart is your true paradise.I love you mama.

If my mother will not go to heaven, I renounce the privilege

A mother__ love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother__ love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each rose petal and inspires hope.

Only after Mom went missing did you realize that her stories were piled inside you, in endless stacks. Mom's everyday life used to go on in a repeating loop, without a break. Her everyday words, which you didn't think deeply about and sometimes dismissed as useless when she was with you, awoke in your heart, creating tidal waves.

You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized.

I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do'Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.