God can't be always everywhere,
And, so, invented Mothers.

Mother's Day is celebrated on the second Sunday in May-a time when flowers are in bloom. Mother's Day is a special time for children to honor their mothers (as well as grandmothers and other "mothers") and show appreciation for their love and caring.

History:

In the United States Mother's Day was first suggested in 1872 by Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle hymn of the Republic) as a day dedicated to peace. Ms. Howe would hold organized Mother's Day meetings in Boston, Mass. ever year. In 1907 Ana Jarvis, from
Philadelphia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother's Day. Ms. Jarvis persuaded her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia to celebrate Mother's Day on the second anniversary of her mother's death, the 2nd Sunday of May. By the next year Mother's Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia. Ms. Jarvis and her supporters began to write to ministers, businessman, and politicians in their quest to establish a national Mother's Day. It was successful as by 1911 Mother's Day was celebrated in almost every state. President Woodrow Wilson, in 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother's Day as a national holiday that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May. While many countries of the world celebrate their own Mother's Day at different times throughout the year, there are some countries such as Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium which also celebrate Mother's Day on the second Sunday of May.

When you thought I wasn't looking... I saw you hang my first drawing on the refrigerator and I wanted to paint another one. I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals. I saw you make my favorite cake just for me, and I knew that little things are special. I heard you say a prayer and I believed there is a God I could always talk to. I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved. I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, and it's really okay to cry. I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When I thought you weren't looking... I climbed up onto the counter, reached on top of the fridge, ate a chocolate chip cookie, and felt accomplishment because I was able to get it myself. I gave our cat some extra milk because I wanted to share while I got some for me! I licked the icing off of my favorite cake, I skipped my prayers one night and felt so guilty that I said them twice the next day. When I thought you weren't looking, I tried to do things because of your encouragement, patience and love and now I just want to say thanks for all the things you let me do when I thought you weren't looking!

A young mother set her feet on the pathway of life. "Is the way long?" she asked.

And her guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard and you will be old before you reach the end of it, but the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy and would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children and gathered flowers for them along the way and bathed with them in the clear springs. The sun shone on them and life was good and the young mother cried, "Nothing will be lovelier than this."

Then the night came and the storms and the path was dark and the children shook with fear and cold. And the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Oh, Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near and we know that no harm can come to us." And the mother said, "This is better than the brightness of the day, for I have taught my children courage."

And the morning came and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary too, but at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed and climbed and when they reached the top, they said, "Mother, we could not have done it without you." And when the mother lay down to sleep that night, she looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage -- today I gave them strength."

And the next day the strange clouds came, clouds of war and hate and evil. And the children groped and stumbled, but the mother said, "Look up. Lift up your eyes to the Light." And the children looked up and saw above the clouds the Everlasting Glory and it guided them and brought them beyond the darkness. And that night the mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on and the years, and mother grew old, and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their mother and when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was light as a feather. And at last they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and gates flung wide and the mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey and I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them." And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone and the gates closed after her and they said, "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory -- she is a living presence." 
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