MOTHER’S DAY – ERMA Dear Mother

,When the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into His 6th day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”And the Lord said, “Have you read the specification on this order?””She has to be completely washable but not plastic””Have 180 movable parts . . . All replaceable””Run on black coffee and leftovers””Have a lap the disappears when she stands up””A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair””And 6 pairs of hands” The angel shook her head slowly and said, “6 pairs of hands….no way.””It’s not the hands that are causing me the problems,” said the Lord, “It’s the three pairs of eyes that Mothers have to have.””That’s in 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 so that she can look at a child when he goofs and say, ‘I understand and I love you’ without so much as uttering a word.””Lord,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “come to bed. Tomorrow . . . “”I can’t,” said the Lord, “I’m so close to creating something so 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 9 yr. Old to stand under a shower.”The angel circled the model of a Mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.”But tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this Mother can do or endure.””Can it think?””Not only think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across the cheek. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You 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, loneliness, and pride.””You are a genius,” said the angel.The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there”

A Mother on the Path of Life

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is this the long way?” she asked. And the guide said: “Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.”But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.”Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.”And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,” A little patience and we are there.” So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, “Mother, we would not have done it without you.”And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, “This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength.”And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: “Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.” And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, “This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.”And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said: “I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them.”And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”Your Mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she’s the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every teardrop. She’s the place you came from, your first home; and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you–not time, not space…not even death!

Moms Really Are Special


Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, “I’m tired, and it’s
getting late. I think I’ll go to bed.”

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day’s
lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer
for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels,
filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and
started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes into the dryer, put a load of clothes
into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked
up the newspapers strewn on the floor, picked up the game pieces left
on the table and put the telephone book back into the drawer. She
watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.

She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out
some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding
under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed
and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery
store. She put both near her purse.

Mom then creamed her face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed
her teeth and trimmed her nails.

Hubby called, “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I’m on my way,” she said.

She put some water into the dog’s dish and put the cat outside, then
made sure the doors were locked.

She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung
up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief
conversation with the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her
list of things to do for tomorrow.

About that time, the hubby turned off the TV and announced to no one
in particular “I’m going to bed,” and he did.