It's been awhile since I've made any posts. I apologize for that. Sometimes life gets complicated, and that's when I just keep my mouth shut. So in the future, if you don't see me making any posts, just send me an email asking me what's up. It will mean the world to me.
My mother means the world to me, and of course, she's the reason I'm here. I have to give my dad credit too, or else it wouldn't have happened.
I would appreciate your input in sharing what your mother means to you here. It has been a year since my mother had surgery, and she is doing as well as can be expected. She still has a little numbness in her hands, but it's not nearly as bad as it could have been. She is back to painting murals and is soon to be 81 next week. I have taken some pictures of her latest paintings with my new cell phone. As soon as I figure out how to get them from my cell phone to my computer, I will share them here.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL YOU MOTHERS :)
A Mother's Day Tribute
Your back and your head ache at days end.
And you wonder in silence if there exists just one friend.
One you can talk to who doesn't need a drink,
or need his mouth wiped or help up to the sink.
And try as you might, sometimes you feel small
and doubt your self-worth, or if it's worth it at all.
For if you have a career, in society’s eyes,
you've come a long way, and have proved yourself wise.
But for the mother at home, she thinks less of herself,
for instead of a pedestal, we place her up on the shelf.
And for task done in the office a woman receives praise
but what glory do we give mothers for the children they raise?
So for the mother of my children and others I know
a bit of a tribute and gratitude to show.
I know they're not much, these words that you read
But I do know that moms are what children need
So look at those children as they spill once again,
as they fight over toys and bring you to your wits end.
For the day will arrive when childhood is no more
And your shoes won't be sticking to juice on the floor.
And twenty-nine times you won't have to repeat,
"pick up that sock" (unless your husband is like me).
And while your task as a mother may seem to be through,
your children, as grown-ups, are still children to you.
And Diamonds and gold are little to pay
for what a mother goes through with her children each day.
For her payment isn't seen by the money she earns
But by the adults that she's grown and the love they return.
By Matthew Moran
Mom and Dad