"God could not be everywhere
and therefore he made mothers."
~Jewish proverb~

"Of all the rights of women,
the greatest is to be a mother."
~By Lin Yutang~

"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss
at the bottom of which you will always
find forgiveness."
~By Honore' de Balzac (1799-1850)~

"The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom."
~By Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887)~

"Youth fades; love droops,
the leaves of friendship fall;
A mother's secret hope outlives them all."
~By Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)~

"The joys of motherhood
are never fully experienced
until the children are in bed."
~~Author Unknown.~~

And I'm in Sacramento for the next two weeks for work.

This would have been my first Mother's Day with my mom in 15 years, and is the first one I've ever missed with my wife.

*grumble*

Happy Mother's day! I love my kids! (I have great kids!).

Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's!

Mothers aren't mothers right away,
Of course. They need some time to undergo
The long and well-wrought windings of the way,
However steep, that choice and fate bestow.
Even with the passion to endure,
Reminded of sweet memories to come,
'Tis time's brutal way to be unsure,
Severing the addends from the sum.
Do, then, make your way into the void
Afoot with expectation unalloyed,
Yearning yet to be what you've become.

http://poemsforfree.com/mothe6.html

GG

Hi MS,

I've lurked on your other thread for awhile.

I think it is so great that you have decided to start a new thread to shout out to all the MOM's out there for Mother's Day! What a neat idea!

I am so glad that things are apparently going so well between you and Spartan that you have the time to give a shout out to all the Moms. Is he going to post here too with his new ideas?

Awesome...

Oh Sick,

I think it is so terrible that you cannot enjoy a wonderful holiday like mother's day. I was just trying to bring a little happiness and joy to others, i even put in a few Bible verses, didn't you notice.

You are so sad SWW, I will pray for you...

HUH???

Mrs. W

Sorry,

Perhaps being a bit........sarcastic?

Okay...gotcha...I think...Just went over my blonde head...

Mrs. W

Sorry again,

it was sarcastic in that I thought it strange that a WW like MS that had let her thread go to page 3, had tortured her BH beyond belief to the shock, horror and delusion of many on this board and was posting a "shout out" to the "Moms" complete with pithy sayings and all...

Maybe I've had a bad day...

Hey I'm blonde too for the most part...wish i could get that barber to just cut the gray bits.

I understand SWW, and I'm sorry that you're having a bad day...

Mrs. W

HA!!! I hear ya! Hi-lights are your friend!

Mrs. W

Thanks,

Yeah i m not usually this caustic. Something about MS starting this thread really ticked me off and I just felt the need to say it.

Anyway, T/J, sorry Muted Sparkle, continue please. (Hey where's that cute winking smiley when i need it?)

SWW

Wow,

I am blonde and I think its nice that someone wants to wish mothers a happy day, especially since its going to be a major trigger day for me. Thank you MS for this, I apprieciate it.

Really? The last several posts (sans Lil's) don't come across that way.

When my son was not quite one-month old, our pastor read this during the Mother's Day service. It's been 8 years since then and it still gets to me.

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We are sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of “starting a family”.

“We’re taking a survey,” she says, half-joking. “Do you think I should have a baby?”

“It will change your life,” I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

“I know,” she says, “no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations…”

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, “What if that had been MY child?” That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of “Mom!” will cause her to drop a soufflé or her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation.

I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby’s sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that everyday decisions will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy’s desire to go to the men’s room rather than the women’s at McDonald’s will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a stranger may be lurking in that restroom, waiting to harm her boy. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years – not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter’s relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for the reasons she would now find unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice, and drunk driving. I hope she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war to my children’s future.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.

My daughter’s quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. “You’ll never regret it,” I finally say.

Then I reach across the table, squeeze my daughter’s hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings. This blessed gift from God. That of being a mother.

-Author Unknown

This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you, L4.

Thank you, MS, for starting this. All of us could use all the happy wishes that anyone wants to send.

Must be having the same bad day as SWW. MS starting this particular thread ticked me off as well. Maybe because she is directing energy at us instead of her H.

AM

That is her MO...and quite possibly the reason for all the multiple affairs.

Even her name sends a message...at least it sends one to me.

But, I could be wrong...I was once....maybe.

committed