Dear God,
Now that I am no longer young I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers untill it was to late to tell them.
I am blessed with a mother who is still alive though, & I appreciate her more every day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older & wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak these words in her presence, yet they flow so easily from my pen...
How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience, & just plain hard work that goes into raising 3 children? For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college drop-out who knows everything? For waiting for the day that a daughter realizes just how wise her mother reallyt is?
How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice (when asked) or remaining silent when it's most appreciated? For not saying "I told you so," when she could have uttered those words dozens of times? For being essentially herself ~ loving, thoughtful, patient, & forgiving?
I don't know dear God, except to ask you to bless her as richly as she deserves & to help me to live up to the example she has set. I pray I will look as wonderful in the eyes of my children as she does in mine.
-A Daughter
(Ann Landers)
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