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A Time to Love . . . . Motherhood

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  1. So stinking true it could be funny… 😉

    I have a single girlfriend to whom I was apologizing (by e-mail in the middle of the night when I should have been sleeping) for cashing her baby shower check for our newest little one before writing a proper thank-you note (my biggest self-imposed new-baby no-no).

    Her reply?? “The last time I checked my bank account online, your check hadn’t been cashed. Even if it was, I wouldn’t be worried that you hadn’t acknowledged the receipt of the package. You’re just a little busy these days with 3 kids under the age of 4…” I just *love* her!!! 🙂

  2. Unbelievable.

    The older I get, the more marvel at how my single mother pulled it off raising two small children (in a third world country much less). I shake my head and ask, how did she do it?

    And I don’t even have kids. I guess that’s because I can barely take care of myself.

  3. Moms are God’s special gift to humanity. I would not have made it without my mom believing in me, telling me that ‘wonderful people’ can come from terrible homes. Our home life was pretty chaotic because of dad’s drinking. Mom’s sense of humor would save the day. And she loved fun! Having a slice of lemon in tea always reminds me of Hooper beach, and tea parties with lemon tea and chelsea buns, buttered. Mom never took the first train out of town to get away from all the trouble. She stayed and kept our family together. Moms are God’s special gift to humanity. Thank you mom. I love you. Your grateful daughter, Barbara. mom went home to Jesus in Fall 2007.

  4. I remember how much I felt so positively affirmed and acnowledged as a good mom, when an older woman commented on my middle son’s loving and affectionate interest in another person’s baby in a stroller. M— would run over to a stroller in the mall and look inside to smile at the baby.And he was then still a toddler himself. M- had had ‘his’ baby brother whe he was only 15 months old. And that when S—- his eldest brother was only 3 and a 1/2! How did I do it? How did ‘we’, hubby and I do it? I don’t know. I think Someone was watching over our little family, with such Grace and Love , that He never missed a blink or a tear. What the older woman said to me, was like a gift from the Father’s love. “You must be a good mother your little boy is so loving and happy.” For a busy mom with litle time for herself, that comliment was like a balm of healing for my tired soul. Isn’t it special how God can use a complete stranger to bless us with such kind words! Barbara

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