HAPPY MOTHERS DAY, remembering Mom...

Please, post your Mom moments....
.....This is really a repost from last year. I started to write a new tribute to my mom, as well as to all of you wonderful women.. but just couldn't find the words...
Remember this today and everyday, all of you... I love you..
Thanks for allowing me to share.. :)

1 posted on 05/08/2004 4:15:49 PM PDT by carlo3b

To: carlo3b; tiamat

The warlord- I mean my mom is still at work. I forgot tomorrow is Mother's Day :) but everyday is Mother's Day to me.

2 posted on 05/08/2004 4:19:04 PM PDT by cyborg

3 posted on 05/08/2004 4:22:53 PM PDT by tet68 ( " We would not die in that man's company, that fears his fellowship to die with us...." Henry V.)

Wish her a Happy Mother's Day from all of us.. and give her an extra kiss just for me.. Thank you my FRiend.. :)

4 posted on 05/08/2004 4:24:11 PM PDT by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com)

For those of you who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your Mom with you, this is beautiful. For those who aren’t, it is even more beautiful. To all the wonderful Freeper Mom's and all Mom's, wishing you a happy and blessed Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day in heaven to my sweet Mom, who I love and miss so much.

Mom’s

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, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.”

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, 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 as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them, strength to face the world. Year after year, she shoed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all…..unconditional love.

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent.

But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. 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 so much and are now passing these traits on to their children.”

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.

One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, 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 with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can 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 certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is a Spring morning.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she’s crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion…..happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

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, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death.

~Author Unknown~

5 posted on 05/08/2004 4:27:15 PM PDT by deadhead (God Bless Our Troops and Veterans Bush-Cheney '04)

She works very hard, and puts up with me. I know when she's gone (shudder to think about it!) I'll miss her nagging and pestering. At least I still have her. Some don't have mom around anymore.

Thanks for your great threads Carlo.

6 posted on 05/08/2004 4:28:02 PM PDT by cyborg

7 posted on 05/08/2004 4:31:41 PM PDT by monkeywrench

      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

8 posted on 05/08/2004 4:32:08 PM PDT by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com)

Thank you so much for your wonderful message.. :)

9 posted on 05/08/2004 4:35:09 PM PDT by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com)

It's unfortunate but true that most people probably won't appreciate their mothers until they're missing from their lives. I can't recall one specific moment; it would more likely be an accumulation of some fond-and some not so fond-memories that molded me as I grew up.

I think the most important thing she ever taught me was to stand up for what I believe in, no matter the costs or the consequences. Believe me, she's gotten into a lot of hot water-including some heated confrontations with close friends/relatives-for her decision to not back down from certain ideals.

I certainly got my Italian determination from her, which is a pretty good complement to the Irish polemicism that I inherited from my father's side of the family.

Thanks Mom!

10 posted on 05/08/2004 4:37:51 PM PDT by The Scourge of Yazid (Where did they get all those American Flags to burn? Is there a store or something over there?)

I lost my mom in 1979...she was only 52....still she is with me everyday....Each day I'm reminded how wonderful she was. Each day I realize what a very wise woman she was. Each day I'm thankful for having such blessing.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Having lived 3 years longer than Mom...I realize how how young she was. Love you, Mom.

11 posted on 05/08/2004 4:39:25 PM PDT by lysie (Accumulating FRequent FReeper miles.)

Called my Mom 30 minutes ago and expressed my love. She rec'd her orchid corsage that I bought and had delivered since she and I live on opposite sides of the US.

12 posted on 05/08/2004 4:42:08 PM PDT by lilylangtree (Veni, Vidi, Vici)

Ah, Carlo, thanks for the invitation to do this.

Every time I think of Mom, I get choked up with both tears and joy.

She and my Dad came to live with us five years ago. We had a wonderful daylight basement that we converted into an apartment for them. Dad is 87 (WWII vet), Mom turned 80 yesterday. Dad's health is wonderful. He golfs everyday, weather permitting, and is very active. Yesterday morning, Mom's birhtday, he came upstairs about 8:00 and asked me to come down to help wake up Mom. So, still in pajamas, I went downstairs with him. He got out his very old harmonica and played "Happy Birthday" for her while I sang (off-key, I might add). She likes to sleep late, so while she acted pleased with our performance, I'm sure she felt just a bit disgruntled with it.....although she would never let us know.

And that is her message to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She has always hidden her pain, her disappointment, her troubles, her sorrows, her worries. What she does share with all who love her is her faith in us, her optimism for our futures, her joy in small things,
and a tremendous, unconditional love of all of us.

Mom was diagnosed with inoperable cancer a year ago, and I thank God for each day she is still with us. What a blessing and inspiration she has been to the whole family. While she grows smaller each day, her heart and love grow larger.

13 posted on 05/08/2004 5:03:45 PM PDT by Rushmore Rocks

To: Rushmore Rocks

gentle (((((Rushmore Rocks' Mom)))))

14 posted on 05/08/2004 5:05:57 PM PDT by lysie (Accumulating FRequent FReeper miles.)

I am 62 , my Mother died 30 years ago, I can still remember when I was kid and she walked into the room each morning to wake me with a kiss and say "Good Morning Pretty Rosebud"

15 posted on 05/08/2004 5:10:43 PM PDT by sgtbono2002 (I aint wrong, I aint sorry , and I am probably going to do it again.)

I thank g-d every day for the blessed children who call me Mom!

16 posted on 05/08/2004 5:59:50 PM PDT by OldFriend (LOSERS quit when they are tired/WINNERS quit when they have won)

I've been waitng for your post! Thank you for it. I won't be with my mother this year. She is stuck up in Utah where she is building her retirement home. I am sad that she is moving away from me but she can't stand the desert heat or the congestion anymore. Sweetly she has built me my own "suite" on the house for when I visit. We speak about 5 times a day on the phone. I will miss her tomorrow. I regret sometimes that I never had a daughter & will not have the relationship we have. (My son is under intense pressure in the future)LOL. More than being my mother she is my best friend & I love her beyond human expression. I am blessed. Happy Mothers day to all you Mom's in Freeperville.

17 posted on 05/08/2004 6:08:13 PM PDT by AZamericonnie

I thought my Mom would always be there because she was always there for me.She went to heaven two years ago. The crippling disease ALS took her within six months.She was a good mother her family always came first. She worked hard all of her life,not for material things,but to better the lives of her children and grandchildren. I miss her every minute of everyday.A Happy Mother's Day to Moms on earth and in Heaven.

18 posted on 05/08/2004 6:19:50 PM PDT by patriciamary

Thanks for posting this, I sent this to a friend who recently lost her mother and it helped her. My beautiful mother passed 4 years ago. She was a die-hard Republican and would have loved having President Bush as her leader. I miss her terribly and I sent her an on-line Mothers Day Card. As of yet she has not picked it up, but I know she has. I asked her to watch over her grandson in Iraq and she answered me, he called today to wish me a wonderful Mother's Day :)

19 posted on 05/08/2004 6:26:44 PM PDT by jonsie

Mother's day still comes each year,
but Mom is gone and isn't here
and hasn't been for ten years now,
we survived our loss-God alone knows how.

She's with us still, within our heart's,
and from our memories never parts.
The years now pass so fast they blur,
and soon we know we'll be with her.

Not that we wish our lives away,
we treasure each God given day,
as mamma raised us all to do,
life's too precious to be blue.

Memories of mamma, so sweet and kind,
flood our soul and our mind.
Strong but gentle, was our Mother dear,
gone but yet, she lingers near.

20 posted on 05/08/2004 6:27:10 PM PDT by F.J. Mitchell (Republicans who die between now and 2 Nov. will be voting for Kerry. Stay healthy!)

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