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Letter From a Mother
Dear First Born:
I've always loved you best because you we're our
first miracle. You were the genesis of a marriage
and the fulfillment of young love. You sustained
us through the hamburger years, the first apartment
(furnished in Early Poverty), our first mode
of transportation (1955 feet), and the 7-inch TV we paid
on for 36 months. You were new, had unused grandparents,
and enough clothes for a set of triplets.
You were the original model for a mom and a dad
who were trying to work the bugs out. You got
the stained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour
naps.
Dear Middle Child:
I've always loved you best because you drew a
tough spot in the family and it made you stronger for
it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded
hand-me-downs, and never in your life did
anything first. But it only made you more special.
You were the one we relaxed with and realized a
dog could kiss you and you wouldn't get sick.
You could cross a street by yourself long before you
were old enough to get married. And you helped
us understand the world wouldn't collapse if you
went to bed with dirty feet.
To The Baby:
I've always loved you best because while endings
are generally sad, you are such a joy. You readily
accepted the milk-stained bibs, the lower bunk,
the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had
nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker
piecrust that someone had jammed between
the pages. You are the one we held onto so tightly.
You are the link with our past, a reason for
tomorrow. You darken our hair, quicken our steps,
square our shoulders, restore our vision, and give
us a sense of humor that security, maturity and
durability can't provide. When your hairline takes on
the shape of Lake Erie and your own children
tower over you, you will still by our baby.
"Reflections of a Mother... "
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you
learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there
to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account
for it.
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you
believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot
always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot
make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it
for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon
you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you
unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you
to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose
them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep
you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't
build your reputation.
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say "no"
for you.
I can warn you about drugs but I can't prevent
you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't
achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force
you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make
you moral
I can love you as a child, but I cannot place
you in God's family.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk
with God.
I can teach you about Jesus, but I cannot make
Jesus your Lord.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give
you eternal life
I can love you with unconditional love all of
my life..... and I will !!!
Always , Mom
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