If I talk to my children about what is right and what is wrong, but
I have not love, I am like a ringing doorbell or pots banging in the
kitchen. And though I know what stages they will go through, and
understanding their growing pains, and can answer all their
questions about life, and believe myself to be a devoted mother,
but I have not love, I have nothing.
If I give up the fulfillment of a career to make my children's lives
better, and stay up all night sewing costumes or baking cookies at
short notice, but grumble about lack of sleep, I have not love and
accomplish nothing.
A loving mother is patient with her children's immaturity and
kind even when they are not; a loving mother is not jealous of
their youth nor does she hold it over their heads whenever she
has sacrificed for them.
A loving mother believe in her children; she hopes in each one's
individual ability to stand out as a light in a dark world; she
endures every backache and hearthache to accomplish that.
A loving mother never really dies. As for home-baked bread, it
will be consumed and forgotten: as for spotless floors, they will
soon gather dust and heel marks. As for children, right now toys,
friends and food are all-important to them. But when they grow
up, it will be their mother's love that they will remember and pass
on to others. In that way, she will live on.
So care, training and a loving mother reside in a home, these three
but the greatest of these is a loving mother.
-Anonymous
I have not love, I am like a ringing doorbell or pots banging in the
kitchen. And though I know what stages they will go through, and
understanding their growing pains, and can answer all their
questions about life, and believe myself to be a devoted mother,
but I have not love, I have nothing.
If I give up the fulfillment of a career to make my children's lives
better, and stay up all night sewing costumes or baking cookies at
short notice, but grumble about lack of sleep, I have not love and
accomplish nothing.
A loving mother is patient with her children's immaturity and
kind even when they are not; a loving mother is not jealous of
their youth nor does she hold it over their heads whenever she
has sacrificed for them.
A loving mother believe in her children; she hopes in each one's
individual ability to stand out as a light in a dark world; she
endures every backache and hearthache to accomplish that.
A loving mother never really dies. As for home-baked bread, it
will be consumed and forgotten: as for spotless floors, they will
soon gather dust and heel marks. As for children, right now toys,
friends and food are all-important to them. But when they grow
up, it will be their mother's love that they will remember and pass
on to others. In that way, she will live on.
So care, training and a loving mother reside in a home, these three
but the greatest of these is a loving mother.
-Anonymous
I read this poem this week and it really hit home with me. When Roger and I got married 1 Cor 13: 4 -8 is what we had printed on our napkins. Its what we have always based our marriage on, I made him a quilt with those verses on it. So many people make comments about they wish kids came with an instruction manual well they do its called the Bible. The problem is they don't want to take the time to read it and to follow it. It requires hard work it requires being there all the time you can't decide well I'll do this part but I don't like that rule so we will skip that one or two. I am no where near a perfect parent please don't think I'm trying to judge anyone. I go to the Father daily and ask for His help and forgiveness for my shortcoming.
We pray daily for all 5 of our kiddo's even if two of them are grown they still are loved and are still my kiddo's I hurt when they hurt I still become a she bear when someone hurts them.
Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. We did we had a great one, had a church camp meeting great food and wonderful fellowship.
We pray daily for all 5 of our kiddo's even if two of them are grown they still are loved and are still my kiddo's I hurt when they hurt I still become a she bear when someone hurts them.
Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. We did we had a great one, had a church camp meeting great food and wonderful fellowship.
Thats my son Kevin, he is now 24. We were taking a break from baling hay.
This is my oldest daughter Melissa. She is now 20, she is making me pay for my raising..lol.. she is me made over in a lot of ways, some good some not so good. People say we look alike, we sound alike on the phone I had fun with that when she was in school before cell phones..lol...and she is like her mommy in that she speaks her mind. As I have gotten older I have learned not to say everything that I think and I tell her that just because you think it doesn't mean you have to say it. She has been a joy in my life. She has inherited my craft gene so we get to craft together and that is always fun. We are always sending links to neat ideas we see that we know the other one will like.
Hope you have enjoyed the long post. Please leave comments and let me know what you think. Hope you have a blessed week. God Bless you and your family!
Hope you have enjoyed the long post. Please leave comments and let me know what you think. Hope you have a blessed week. God Bless you and your family!
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