Mother's Day

Well this week is Mother's Day. You know this special day has not been around very long. It not as old as the 4th of July or Christmas. It is usually on Sunday. We are honored at church with a piece of chocolate, or a flower or maybe a pamphlet discussing the important of Mothers. We all have mothers or had a mother and I glad about that. I would hate to think we can from a plant or the ocean. I have always consider that all women are nurturer that play a important roll, good or bad for mankind. My mother wasn't famous or had a high visible job in this world but she was one of the most graces people I have every know. I understand she was pretty high spirited when she was a young women and maybe a little bit of a tom-boy, but as I reflect upon her while she raised me. She spoke most of the time in gentle even tones. She cooked simple good food and well balance meals even when we were poor. She raised me to know the important things in life, loving the Lord, the power of prayer and excepting where you were with peace and without judgment and then prayed contently for you to get your head on straight. She was great listener and teacher. She gave me advise when I asked her and knew what to do for just about anything. She didn't like working in the yard she thought that was men's work but she could sew about anything, paint, teach and make any thing look beautiful. She was smart with numbers and spelling and she knew her children very well. Later her grandchildren. My mother was always happy to see me. When we both got older I made it a practice to come see her close to mother's day and her birthday. In the spring and then llate fall. We would to women's conference, shopping and sit and talk. I value those times. She stayed up with me pretty well, until she got sick and then she would come with me and we would find her somewhere she could sit and watch what was going on. I miss her still very much she has been gone for over 10 years. She died way to young and the older I get I realize how very young she was. My regret is, I didn't include her enough when she could do thing more easily. I look at my hands now and I see my mother's hand. My face reminds me of my mother's face. I am so grateful she wasn't bad looking! I hope I can pass on to my family a little of what she gave to me! She was my example of beautiful women inside and out. Love you, Mom!