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HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, remembering Mom...
Cooking With Chef Carlo ^ | May 10 2014 | Carlo3b

Posted on 05/10/2014 8:09:14 PM PDT by carlo3b

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, remembering Mom...

Could it have really been 35 years since I kissed my Mom good night? How could that be, it seems like only yesterday? Her memory is still fresh, her wonderful smile is vivid in my mind. I can still feel the tenderness of her kiss on my cheek, and I can recall everything she whispered to me as I held her close... Could it have been so long ago... 

I still remember you Mom... each and every time I say good night to the kids on a holiday... I kiss them once more just for you... 

I still remember you Mom... every time I see my boys knowing how much you would have meant to them, the prefect Grandmother and person...

I still remember you Mom... every time I see my daughters hold my grandchildren... I think of you holding me...

I still remember you Mom...in oh so many ways...  more than ever, tonight...... tears
 

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. he grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
The boy grew. he grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town.

But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You better come see because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always....
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.

The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping.

He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be.
by Robert Munsch


TOPICS: Culture/Society; FReeper Editorial; Miscellaneous; News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: mothersday
To all of our Freeper Moms, from deep in my heavy heart.. I love you all, and thanks for all you do for us guys.. Carlo
1 posted on 05/10/2014 8:09:14 PM PDT by carlo3b
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To: carlo3b

Thanks, Carlo, for the post. Let us honor our mothers, as is right. What sacrifices they made!


2 posted on 05/10/2014 8:12:07 PM PDT by aposiopetic
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To: carlo3b

beautiful. i have to pick up the phone and call my mom right now.


3 posted on 05/10/2014 8:13:36 PM PDT by dadfly
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To: carlo3b

I can’t remember but my Brothers and Sisters told me how Mother rocked me, hour after hour when I had whooping cough. She also took care of her other kids at the same time.

My arms and legs got to where they were the size of one’s fingers. Mother would rock me and sing to me as I coughed those awful whoops. Everyone thought I would die but Mother pulled me through, almost by strength of love.

I eventually became a record setting athlete large and healthy.

Anything I ever became or will become, I owe to my beautiful, sweet and loving Mother.


4 posted on 05/10/2014 8:27:11 PM PDT by yarddog (Romans 8: verses 38 and 39. "For I am persuaded".)
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To: carlo3b

Beautiful. I cried reading this, such love... thank you.


5 posted on 05/10/2014 8:27:50 PM PDT by mojo114 (Pray for our military)
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To: carlo3b

I was born on Mother’s Day, and a caesarean section to boot. Mom didn’t talk to me for thirty years.


6 posted on 05/10/2014 8:31:29 PM PDT by Focault's Pendulum (I live in NJ....' Nuff said!)
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To: carlo3b
Singer Vaugh De Leath performed some great songs that are appropriate for Mother's Day. One of Vera Lynn's earliest recordings seems almost to be an answer or follow-on to "The Old-Fashioned Lady"
7 posted on 05/10/2014 8:51:22 PM PDT by Fiji Hill
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To: carlo3b

Beautiful. I always cried while reading that book to my kids.


8 posted on 05/10/2014 9:43:46 PM PDT by machogirl (First they came for my tagline)
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To: Fiji Hill
Don't forget Connie Frances singing her version of Mama.

Get a box of tissue though.

I lost my mom a shade over two years ago.

9 posted on 05/10/2014 9:58:19 PM PDT by ealgeone (obama, borderof)
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To: ealgeone
It was a beautiful song, and Connie Francis made it so memorable by the arrangement and her piercing, emotion-filled voice. Folks should check it out on youtube. You will shed a tears.
10 posted on 05/11/2014 2:27:55 AM PDT by itssme
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To: carlo3b
Beautiful. Thank you.

Mom past in 1979 at the age of 52. She's always with me. Love you, Mom.

11 posted on 05/11/2014 6:01:09 AM PDT by lysie
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