Mothers

I received this in my e-mail the other day and it brought a tear to my eye, to all the "Mothers" I know, have a Happy Mother's Day this Sunday.
     MOTHERS
     Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
     They don't have time to make it.
     Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
     Are probably in the sandbox.
     Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
     Filthy ovens and happy kids.
     Real Mothers know that dried play dough
     Doesn't come out of carpets.
     Real Mothers don't want to know what
     The vacuum just sucked up....
     Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'
     And get their answer when a little
     Voice says, 'Because I love you best..'

     Real Mothers know that a child's growth
     Is not measured by height or years or grade...
     It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother........

     The Images of Mother
     4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!
     8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
     12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't know everything!
     14 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother? She wouldn't have a clue.
     
     16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's so five minutes ago.
     18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!
     25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!
     35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
     45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
     65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom...

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair..
The beauty of a woman must be seen from within her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she
Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Before I was a Mom

I got this E-mail forward in my inbox from a couple of friends and felt the need to share it with everyone and what better way than to add it to my blog! Happy Parenting to all Moms & Dads, take every moment and cherish them all as if they were to be your last.  Stay Bless

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Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom