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A Special Mother
This
page is dedicated to my mother who has always been there for me. Also my
grandmother for the same reasons. They have both played a significant role in
the shaping of the person that I am today. I can never repay them nor express
the depth of my gratitude for the years of selfless giving that they have
bestowed upon me throughout my life. Thank you for being my mother!
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.
When you
thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought
it was good
to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears
come from your eyes, and I 
learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all
right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked . . . . and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.
Mom, this page is dedicated to you. You are always there for me even though a great distance separates us. I have been blessed in so many ways that I can't even begin to thank you for everything you have done for all of us. You have my vote for Mother of the Year 2003! Thank you for being my mom!
Grandma, you are also very special. You have been an inspiration for me all my life. I admire your strength, faith and kindness. I have never heard you say a harsh word towards anyone. I cherish the many memories of my life with you in them and I think of you often. Thank you for being my grandmother!
April 16, 1918 - June 17, 2003
A Mother's Tears
(Why
Mother's Cry. . . )
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said, "You never will!"
Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry.
So he finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone the man said,
"God, why do mothers cry so easily."
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made
their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle
enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and
the rejection that many times come from their children.
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone
else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue
without complaining.
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all
circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same
sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them
share a teenager's anxieties and fears.
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's
needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind."
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