When you came
into the world, she held you in her arms. You thanked her by
wailing like a banshee.
When you were
1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were
2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were
3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were
4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room wall.
When you were
5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were
6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were
7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor's window.
When you were
8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were
9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were
10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking
back.
When you were
11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were
12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
Those teenage
years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were
14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were
15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were
16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were
17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were
18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing old
and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, and helped carry your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you
wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were
20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."
When you were
21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."
When you were
22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking for a loan.
When you were
23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were
24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the
future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther,
please!"
When you were
25, she helped to pay for your wedding. She cried and
told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were
30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were
40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
When you were
50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become
to their children.
Don't let the
day come that she quietly slips away, and everything you
NEVER did comes back to haunt your thoughts forever. We can
never go back and do what we wish we could of.... would
of.... should of.
Please take a
moment to show appreciation to the person called MOM,
there's no substitute for her. Cherish every moment.
Though at
times she may not be the best of company & may not agree to
your thoughts, she is still your mother.
She will be there for you to listen to your woes, your
bragging, your joy, your frustrations and your sorrows, and
pray for you each night.
Ask
yourself... How many nights have I taken the time to pray
for her? Have I put aside enough time for her, to listen to
her sorrows, her worries, her pain or her stories though
boring they may be? And what does it hurts how many times
she tells the same old stories?
Be tactful,
loving and show her the respect she deserves though you may
have a different view from hers.
Once gone she's gone, only fond memories of the past and
regrets will be left.
If you are
blessed by having your Mother still living this day, take
time to thank God that she is still here to share your day,
your joys and your sorrows, and thank Him for blessing you
with a heart to listen to hers.
