Mother

Have you ever met someone who could light up a room?
Who could make others feel special just with their presence?
Who would cook you chicken soup when you were sick, be
the first one to wish you happy birthday, be the one
tucked you in at night? Have you ever met someone who let
you lick the frosting from the spoon while making a cake,
promise not to tell your dad when you got in trouble, sneak
a meal to you, when you were grounded? Of course you
have, they ’re Moms.
 
Moms make a deal with God during pregnancy that if they
can have a healthy child they will spend the rest of their
lives putting themselves second to their children. They
bring us home incapable of doing anything and teach us
everything. How to tie our shoes; comb our hair; brush our
teeth. They teach us invaluable lessons like: look both ways
before crossing the street, don ’t talk to strangers, be fair,
be courteous, and mind your manners. Moms bring us the
world in small doses.

Then life goes on, birthdays pass, parent-teacher meetings,
first dates, broken hearts, first crushes, graduation, life. Till
you have a family of your own and the cycle begins again.
I don 't think very many of us realize what a sacrifice our
mothers make when they make their pact with God (Always
to be second; always to put our needs first).
Moms (not necessarily birth mothers; there is a difference)
in some cases put their own hopes and dreams on a shelf
to gather dust just so they can see us smile, laugh, cry. The
great ones would give their life for us, many have. If you
go to Washington, DC you ’ll see a tomb for the Unknown
Soldier and the Washington Monument, but where ’s the
monument to Moms? It ’s a funny thing about Moms, most
of the time they ’re not even looking for any credit. They
just want to stay involved, want to be a part, want to share
a life with us. Moms just want to make us better. Better
enough so that we can stand on our own two feet and make
a dflerence in this world. Moms are the generals that
prepare us for life. Let ’s not forget it.

We all have our time in the sun but let 's never forget we are
the sons and daughters of someone who made a choice the
day we were born that we came first. Love your Mom. They
won ’t always be around. So when they're gone and the
phone doesn’t ring on your birthday and you don't have
someone to hug to tell you it's going to be okay, you won't
have any regrets. Love your Mom.