To all of you wonderful moms, mommies, mothers. It's a little early but I saw this poem this morning and wanted to share it with you. Have a terrific Thursday and join me in taking our smile and our Jesus everywhere we go today. Growing in Christ, Angela
Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
They don't have time to make it.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils
Are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors,
Filthy ovens and happy kids.
Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn't come out of carpets.
Real Mothers don't want to know what
The vacuum just sucked up.
Real Mothers sometimes ask "Why me?"
And get their answer when a little
voice says, "Because I love you best."
Real Mothers know that a child's growth
is not measured by height or years or grade...
It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...
The Images of Mother
4 years of age - My mommy can do anything!
8 years of age - My mom knows a lot!
14years of age - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either!!!
25years of age - Well, she might kow a little bit about it.
35years of age - Let's get mom's opinion.
45years of age - Wonder what mom would have thought about it?
65years of age - Wish I could talk it over with mom.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woma is reflected in her soul.
Have a wonderful Mother's Day !!
From the Walkers