Your Favorite Quote?
Behind all of your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin–Mitch Albom.
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her–George Washington.
Motherhood is the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won’t be needed in the long run–Barbara Kingsolver
How vital are mother’s influence and teaching in the home–how apparent when neglected–Ezra Taft Benson.
Mothers worry only a out those we brought into this world, regardless of whether they loved us back or treated us fairly or understood our shortcomings–Adriana Trigiani
No language can express the power, and the beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of a quenchless fidelity like a star.–Edwin Hubbell Chapin
Mom–the person most likely to write an autobiography and never mention herself–Robert Brault
I, like the rest of the world, have had a wonderful day of celebrating Mother’s Day.
I was able to see my mom, a continued blessing, itself.
I had many prideful moments watching the reaction of Erin as the kids expressed thanks for being their MOM throughout the day.
I know that she in fact,
is not my mother,
but I could have never been more blessed than her being the mom and stepmom to my children.
It really is more than just a job, isn’t it?
I can’t imagine too many more jobs more
t h a n k L E S S
Truly, it’s one of fewest jobs anyone would ever apply,
accept or keep. . .
and yet, there are well over a billion that hold the actual gut-wretching-never-ending position of
M O M
. . .to THAT there are only two words,
never said enough days before,
or days after :
About that favorite quote. . .
it’s most likely the one that the heart shouts and the mouth can’t begin the whisper. . .
the pen can never put to paper.
Go hug a mom. . .
and if you can’t—
HUG A CHILD OF ONE
—hard and just a little longer than usual. . .
J u s t b e c a u s e !
Happy Day After Mother’s Day!
(Make it just as important)