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M - O - T - H - E - R
“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she”s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she”ll alwaysbe,
Put them all together, they spell
“MOTHER,”
A word that means the world to me
Meri aankhon ne khulte hi talaasha jise,
Awaz ne meri sabse pehle pukara jise,
Meri haansi aansu jiske daman mein samaye,
Wahi pavaan roop meri maa kehlaye
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
QUOTES From
Famous Mothers
COLUMBUS’ MOTHER:
“I don’t care what you’ve discovered,
you still could have written!”
MICHELANGELO‘ S MOTHER:
“Can’t you paint on walls like other children?
Do you have any idea how hard it is to
get that stuff off the ceiling?”
NAPOLEON’S MOTHER:
“All right, if you aren’t hiding your report card
inside your jacket, take your hand out of
there and show me.”
ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S MOTHER:
“Again with the stovepipe hat? Can’t you just
wear a baseball cap like the other kids?”
MARY’S MOTHER:
“I’m not upset that your lamb followed you to school,
but I would like to know how he got a
better grade than you.”
GEORGE WASHINGTON’S MOTHER:
“The next time I catch you throwing money across
the Potomac, you can kiss your allowance good-bye!”
THOMAS EDISON’S MOTHER:
“Of course I’m proud that you invented the
electric light bulb. Now turn it off and get to bed!”
PAUL REVERE’S MOTHER:
“I don’t care where you think you have to go,
young man, midnight is past your curfew.”
ALBERT EINSTEIN’S MOTHER:
“But it’s your senior picture.
Can’t you do something about your hair?
OY! Styling gel, mousse, something… ?”
Oh! My Mama, Happy Mother”s
Day!
Oh! My mama, happy mothers day
You are the greatest mother I have ever had
You are my mother today
You will be my mother tomorrow
You are always my mother
You will forever be my mother
Thank you my mother for bringing me into this world
Thank you my mother for taking care of me in your womb
Thank you my mother caring for me as a toddler
Thank you my mother for feeding me since I was a baby
Thank you my mother for all the clothes you bought for me
Thank you my mother for teaching me good manners at home
Thank you my mother for sending me to school
Thank you my mother for supervising my homework
Thank you my mother for ensuring I eat before going to school
Thank you my mother for all the regular pocket money
Thank you my mother for liking my friends
Thank you my mother for all the everyday advices
My mother always remind me that fingers are not equal
As I grow up, I have seen the correlation of this analogy
To many human beings, neighbors, societies and nationalities
Oh! My mama, thank you for your words of wisdom
My mother taught me many things that I have never read in books
Thank you my mother for all your guiding philosophies
Oh! My mama, I sincerely wish everyday could be Mothers Day
One day in a year is not enough to thank my wonderful mother
Oh! My mama, I will forever be your child
Oh! My mama, you will eternally be my mother
Thank you my mother for being my best friend
Thank you my mother for being my trusted adviser
I honestly wish you HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
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Be Happy Always……
        
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An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.
The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”
The Son replied “It is a crow”.
After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”
The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.
After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?”
At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff.. “It’s a crow, a crow”.
A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is this?”
This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”
A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-
“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and
I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.
While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.
So..
If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.
Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.
REGARDS
Sometimes The Road Of Life
Becomes Unbearble And It Seems
Easier To Give Up Then To Go
On…
But You Should Always Remember That There Is Light
At The End Of The Tunnel.
But You Should Always Remember That For Every Tear
You Will Smile,
For Every Rainy Day
There
Will Be A Rainbow And For Every Moment Of Every Day Forever And Always
Theres Will Be Someone There To Love You And To Confide In
I Will Always Be There For You To Carry You Over The
Rock Roads And Lead You Through The Tunnels…
To Share With You The Smiles
The Tears
The Rainy Days And The Rainbow When You Need Me
I Will Be There.
GOD
Grant Me The
SERENITY
To accept the things
I cannot change.
COURAGE
To changr the things
I can and the
WISDOM
To Know the difference
Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.
Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’
The
daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough.
Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.’
They
kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window
where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to
cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by
asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be
forever?’
‘Yes, I have,’ I replied. ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’..
‘I
am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the
reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said.
‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’ May I ask what that means?’
He
began to smile. ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other
generations. My parents used to say it to everyone…’ He paused a
moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he
smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting
the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to
sustain them.’ Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he
were reciting it from memory.
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
He then began to cry and walked away.
They
say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.
* Only if you wish,
send this to the people you will never forget and remember to send it
back to the person who sent it to you. If you don’t send it to anyone
it may mean that you are in such a hurry that you have forgotten your
friends.
TAKE TIME TO LIVE….
To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH.
M - O - T - H - E - R”S LOVE
“M” is for the million things she gave me,
“O” means only that she”s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
“R” means right, and right she”ll always be,
Put them all together, they spell
A word that means the world to me
For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those who aren”t, this is even more beautiful.
A
little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she
was fixing supper, and handed her a piece of paper that he had been
writing on. After his Mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it,
and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see
the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned
over the paper he”d written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me:
No Charge
For all the nights that I”ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you:
No Charge
For all the crying times, and all the tears that you”ve caused through the years:
No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread and worries I knew were ahead:
No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose:
No Charge
Son, when you add it up, the cost of my love is:
No Charge!
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were
big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight at his mother and said,
“Mom, I sure do love you.”
And then he took the pen wrote in great big letters :
“PAID IN FULL”.
- Author Unknown
Remain Blessed!
Duty is God, Work is Worship
My
grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own
special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their
game was to write the word “shmily” in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving “shmily” around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged “shmily”
with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await
whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the
windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm,
homemade pudding w/ blue food coloring. “Shmily” was
written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it
would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even
unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave “shmily” on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places “shmily” would pop up. Little notes with “shmily”
scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards, and car seats, or taped
to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under
pillows. “Shmily”
was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the
fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents’
house as the furniture.
It
took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my
grandparents’ game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love
one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my
grandparents’ relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than
their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their
relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not
everyone is lucky experience.
Grandma
and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as
they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each
other’s sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word
jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how
handsome an old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew
“how to pick ‘em.” Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave
thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune,
and each other.
But
there was a dark cloud in my grandparents’ life: my grandmother had
breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As
always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in
their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be
surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now
the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my
grandfather’s steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my
grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave
the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone,
praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all
dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
“Shmily.”
It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother’s
funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to
leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward
and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my
grandmother’s casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to
her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty
lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn’t begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
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A while ago, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger…he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home… Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?…
1. We just call him ‘TV.’
2. He has a wife now….We call her ‘Computer.’
3. Their first child is “Cell Phone”.
4. Second child “I Pod”.
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A MOTHER….
After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to
dinner and a movie. She
said, ‘I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to
spend some time with you.’
* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been
alone for 20 years,
but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her
only occasionally.
* * *
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
* * *
‘What’s wrong, aren’t you well,’ she asked?
* * *
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a
surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news.
* * *
‘I thought it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,’ I responded.
‘Just the two of us.’
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, ‘I would like that very
much.’
* * *
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her
house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited
in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last birthday on November 19th.
* * *
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s. ‘I told my friends
that I was going to go
out with my son, and they were impressed,’ she said, as she got into that new
white van. ‘They can’t wait to hear about our date’.
* * *
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My
mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu.
Her eyes could only
read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom
sitting there staring at
me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. ‘It was I who used to have to read the
menu when you were
small,’ she said. ‘Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,’
I responded.
* * *
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of
each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
* * *
As we arrived at her house later, she said, ‘I’ll go out with you again, but
only if you let me
invite you.’ I agreed.
* * *
‘How was your dinner date ?’ asked my wife when I got home.
‘Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,’ I answered.
* * *
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so
suddenly that I didn’t
have a chance to do anything for her.
* * *
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt
from the same place
mother and I had dined. An attached note said: ‘I paid this bill in advance. I
wasn’t sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one
for you and the other for your wife.
You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.’
* * *
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ‘I LOVE YOU’ and
to give our loved
ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your
family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till ’some other time.’
* * *
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a
baby….. somebody
doesn’t know that once you’re a mother, ‘normal’ is history.
* * *
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct … somebody never took
a three-year-old shopping.
* * *
Somebody said being a mother is boring ….
somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver’s permit.
Somebody said if you’re a’good’ mother, your child will ‘turn out good’….
somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
* * *
Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother…. somebody never
helped a fourth grader
with his math.
* * *
Somebody said you can’t love the second child as much as you love the first
…. somebody doesn’t
have two children.
* * *
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery….
somebody never watched her ‘baby’ get on the
bus for the first day of
kindergarten …
or on a plane headed for military ‘boot camp.’
* * *
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets
married….somebody doesn’t know that
marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother’s heartstrings.
* * *
Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home….
somebody never had grandchildren.
* * *
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her….
somebody isn’t a mother.
When a child is born so
is a grandmother !
Italian Proverb
Pass this along to all the ‘mothers’ in your life
and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn’t
just about being a mother; it’s about appreciating
the people in your life while you have them….no
matter who that person is.
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