Happy, Happy Day to all of you amazing moms!!!! Celebrate!!!! You are so blessed to be called a “Mom”! God has given you the best position and the best assignment that could ever be given to a lady. What joy and what love God gives to us through our children. My daughter who is a mom of six children gave herself the title of CEO of M.O.M. meaning: Manager of Miracles. There couldn’t be a better way to describe our responsibilities as a mom.
I want to just share a couple of old e-mails I received a few years ago, that were sent out around Mother’s Day. These are enjoyable to read, think about and be thankful that God has given you children to love and raise for His glory.
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby…. somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, “Normal,” is history.
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct…. somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
Somebody said being a mother is boring…. somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver’s permit.
Somebody said if you’re a “Good” mother, your child will “turn out good.”…. somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
Somebody said “good” mothers never raise their voices…. somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor’s kitchen window.
Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother… somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.
Somebody said you can’t love the fifth child as much as you love the first… somebody doesn’t have five children.
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books…. somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery…. somebody never watched her “Baby” get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten; or on a plane headed for military “boot camp”.
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back…. somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married…. somebody doesn’t know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother’s heartstrings.
Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home…. somebody never had grandchildren.
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her… somebody isn’t a mother.”
“To my Child…
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes b y.
Just for this afternoon, I won’t worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won’t stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald’s and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and father who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children’s graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can’t handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, and a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day……”
“Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.”
(Somebody said… www.heavensinspirations.com/somebody-)
(To my Child. www.hecr.tifr.res.in/-bsn/GOOD/tomuchild.pdf)