Somewhere between the youthful energy of a teenager and the golden years of a woman’s life, there lives a marvelous and loving person known as “Mother.”
A mother is a curious mixture of patience, kindness, understanding, discipline, industriousness, purity and love.
A mother can be at one and the same time, both “lovelorn counsellor” to a heartsick daughter, and “head football coach” to an athletic son.
A mother can sew the tiniest stitch in the material for that dainty Easter dress, and she is equally experienced in threading through the heaviest traffic with a station wagon.
A mother is the only creature on earth who can cry when she’s happy, laugh when she’s heartbroken and work when she’s feeling ill.
A mother is as gentle as a lamb and as strong as a giant. Only a mother can appear so weak and helpless and yet be the same one who put the fruit jar on so tight that even dad can’t get it off.
A mother is a picture of helplessness when dad is near, and a marvel of resourcefulness when she’s all alone.
A mother has the angelic voice of a member in the celestial choir as she sings Brahms Lullaby to a babe held tight in her arms; yet this same voice can dwarf the sound of an amplifier when she calls her boys for supper.
A mother has the fascinating ability to be almost everywhere at once and she alone can somehow squeeze an enormous amount of living into an average day.
A mother is “old-fashioned” to her teenager; just “Mom” to the this grader; and simply “Mama” to little two-year old sister.
But there is no greater thrill in life, than to point to that wonderful woman and be able to say to all the world, “That’s my mother!”
– Author Unknown: Submitted by Glenn Ramsey
