salute to the wisdom of mothers

[pirate44]

Oldie but a goodie


HAVING MOM OVER FOR DINNER
You don't even have to be a mother to enjoy this one.........

Brian Hester invited his mother over for dinner.
During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but
keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was.
Mrs. Hester had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian
and
Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious. Over the course of
the
evening, while watching the two react, Mrs. Hester started to wonder if
there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye. Reading his
mom's thoughts,Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking,
but I
assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your
mother
came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy
ladle.
You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Brian said, "Well, I doubt it,
but
I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure." So he sat down and wrote:
Dear
Mother: I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the
house,
I'm not saying that you"did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact
remains
that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. Love,
Brian


Several days later, Brian received an e-mail from his mother that read:
Dear Son: I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Stephanie, and I'm not
saying that you "do not"sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that
if
she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle
by
now. Love, Mom

LESSON Of THE DAY... NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER!

[pirate4state]

This will touch your heart! Happy Mother’s Day to all!

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter
casually mentions that she and her husband are
thinking of "starting a family."

"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you
think I should have a baby?" "It will change your
life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends,
no more spontaneous vacations."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my
daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want
her to know what she will never learn in childbirth
classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child
bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave
her with an emotional wound so raw that she will
forever be vulnerable. I consider warning her that she
will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that
had been MY child?"

That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt
her. That when she sees pictures of starving children,
she will wonder if anything could be worse than
watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish
suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she
is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive
level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent
call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a souffle or her
best crystal without a moments hesitation.

I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many
years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally
derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that every day decisions
will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's
desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's
at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right
there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming
children, issues of independence and gender identity
will be weighed against the prospect that a child
molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother. Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important, will be of less value
to her once she has a child. That she would give
herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will
also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish
her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish
theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny
stretch marks will become badges of honor. My
daughter's relationship with her husband will
change, and not in the way she thinks. I wish she
could understand how much more you can love a man who
is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates
to play with his child. I think she should know that
she will fall in love with him again for reasons she
would now find very unromantic. I wish my daughter
could sense the bond she will feel with women
throughout history who have tried to stop war,
prejudice and drunk driving.

I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of
seeing your child learn to ride a bike. I want to
capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is
touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first
time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it
actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that
tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret
it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table,
squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent
prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere
mortal women who stumble their way into this most
wonderful of callings.

Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of
your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you
always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.



NOT my cup of tea, but THANKS to my mom & all the moms on the board!!

[Bandera YaYa]

he he he.....we are smart like that!!!

[Phil C]

Originally posted by Bandera YaYa
he he he.....we are smart like that!!!

Amen!

[LH Panther Mom]

Very touching! I just wish I had waited until after the game to read this. Now I have to go with tears in my eyes.

[SPF25]

Originally posted by LH Panther Mom
Very touching! I just wish I had waited until after the game to read this. Now I have to go with tears in my eyes.

I felt the same way.