Mother’s Day is Every Day

Striving to love us

The story of mothering

Each in their own way

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My Mother

When I was about 10 I remember thinking:

My mother has a flat rear end.  (Mine wasn’t flat . . . yet.)

When I was about 15 I remember thinking:

My mother is really old.

When I was about 20 I remember thinking:

I don’t REALLY need my Mother anymore.

When I was about 30 I remember thinking:

I wonder what Mom would do?

When I was about 40 I remember thinking:

I’m becoming my Mother.

When I was about 50 I remember thinking:

I never told her I loved her enough.

When I was about 60 I remember thinking:

I miss her.

“For mothers are the first educators, the first mentors; and truly it is the mothers who determine the happiness, the future greatness, the courteous ways and learning and judgement, the understanding and the faith of their little ones.”  Baha’i

9 thoughts on “Mother’s Day is Every Day

  1. Well said!! ….. and you know what!! ………. this could be a true story of millions of little girls who think similarly!! I must say you had a very beautiful mom who could put a movie star to shame!! 😉

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  2. In such a short post you shared a beautiful lifetime. Every word is so true. I remember how OLD my parents looked (they were younger than I am now). All I know is that I wish she was here.

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