i'd like to dedicate this thread to all mothers everywhere and especially my mother who is no longer with me. her loving memories i will forever hold close to my heart. being a mother is the hardest job i know. i don't know how she did it or even how we do it. it just gets done. god bless us all! please contribute any comments, poems, quotations or stories on motherhood. happy mother's day!
life began with waking up and loving my mother's face. ~george elliot
a mother is she who can take the place of all others, but whose place no one else can take. ~cardinal mermilloid
a freudian slip is when you say one thing, but mean your
you can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can't fool mom! ~?
May 7, '03
[font=century]when the lord was creat-
ing mothers, he was in his sixth day of overtime, when an angel
appeared and said, "you're doing alot of fiddling around on this
one." and the lord said, "have you read the specs on this one?
she has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 180
moveable parts, all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers,
have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can
cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair and
six pairs of hands." the angel shook her head slowly and said,
"six pairs of hands...no way." it's not the hands that are causing
me problems," said the lord. "it's the three pairs of eyes that
mothers have to have." "that's on the standard model?" asked
the angel. the lord nodded. "one pair that sees through closed
doors when she asks, "what are you kids doing in there?" when
she already knows. another here, in the back of her head that
sees what she shouldn't, but what she has to know, and of
course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he
goofs up and say, "i understand and i love you." without so much
as uttering a word." "lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve
gently, "rest for now. tomorrow"..."i can't." said the lord. "i'm
so close to creating something close to myself. already i have
one that heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six
on one pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand
under the shower." the angel circled the model of the mother
slowly. "she's too soft." "but tough!" the lord said excitedly.
"you cannot imagine what a mother can do or endure." "can she
think?" "not only can she think, she can reason and compromise,"
said the creator. finally the angel bent over and ran her finger
across the cheek. "there's a leak," she pronounced. "i told you
were trying to put too much into this model." "it's not a leak,"
said the lord. "it's a tear." "what's it for?" "it's for joy, sadness,
disappointment, pain, lonliness and pride," the lord said. "you're
a genius!" said the angel. the lord looked somber, "i didn't
put it there."
Last edit by night owl on May 7, '03