Mothers Inspirational

• Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby...that somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal", is history.
• Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct... that somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
• Somebody said being a mother is boring... that somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.
• Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good"...that somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.
• Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices... that somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.
• Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother... that somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
• Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first... that somebody doesn't have five children.
• Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books... that somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.
• Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery...that somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp"
• Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back... that somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.
• Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married... that somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
• Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home... that somebody never had grandchildren.
• Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... that somebody isn't a mother.
• Love You.... Mom
• --Author Unknown

WHAT'S YOUR TITLE? A woman named Emily renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just a .....?" "Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother." "We don't list 'mother' as an occupation... 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically. I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your occupation?" she probed. What made me say it, I do not know... The words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations." I said. The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire. "Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?" Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't), in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family), and already have four credits, (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree.?.) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door. As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby), in the child-development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another mother." Motherhood.....What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door ! Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants". --Author Unknown

** 1 Corinthians 13 for Moms ** I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps over the moon and sing "Ten Little Monkeys" until I want to call the doctor... but if I don't have love, I'm as annoying as a ringing phone. I can chase a naked toddler through the house while cooking dinner and listening to voice mail. I can fix the best cookies and Kool-Aid in the neighborhood and I can tell a sick child's temperature with one touch of my finger... but if I don't have love, I am nothing. Love is patient while watching and praying by the front window when it's 30 minutes past curfew. Love is kind when my teen says, "I hate you!" Love does not envy the neighbors' swimming pool or their brand-new mini van, but trusts the Lord to provide every need. Love does not brag when other parents share their disappointments and insecurities, and love rejoices when other families succeed. Love doesn't boast, even when I've multi-tasked all day long and my husband can't do more than one thing at a time. Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks, "What have you done today?" Love does not immediately seek after glory when we see talent in our children, but encourages them to get training and make wise choices. Love is not easily angered, even when my 15-year-old acts like the world revolves around her. Love does not delight in evil (is not self-righteous) when I remind my 17-year-old that he's going 83 in a 55-mph zone, but rejoices in the truth. Love does not give up hope. Love always protects our children's self-esteem and spirit, even while doling out discipline. Love always trusts God to protect our children when we cannot. Love always perseveres, through blue nail polish, burps and other bodily functions, rolled eyes and crossed arms, messy rooms and sleepovers. Love never fails. But where there are memories of thousands of diaper changes and painful labor, they will fade away. Where there is talking back, it will (eventually) cease. Where there is a teenager who thinks she knows everything, there will one day be an adult who knows you did your best. For we know we fail our children, and we pray they don't end up in therapy, but when we get to heaven, our imperfect parenting will disappear. (Thank you, God!) When we were children, we needed a parent to love and protect us. Now that we're parents ourselves, we have a heavenly Father who adores, shelters us and holds us when we need to cry. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these*is* love!! --Author Unknown

MOM - Job Description
• POSITION: Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy, Ma
• JOB DESCRIPTION:
  Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an, often chaotic environment.
  Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.
  Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities.
  Travel expenses not reimbursed.
  Extensive courier duties also required.
• RESPONSIBILITIES: The rest of your life.
  Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5.00.
  Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.
  Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
  Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
  Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
  Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
  Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, and an embarrassment the next.
  Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.
  Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
  Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
  Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
• POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION: Virtually none.
  Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
• PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE: None required unfortunately.
  On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
• WAGES AND COMPENSATION: Get this! You pay them!
  You offer them frequent raises and bonuses.
  A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent.
  Then, when you die, you give them whatever is left.
  The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
• BENEFITS: No health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered.
  However, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and FREE HUGS FOR LIFE if you play your cards right !
• --Author Unknown

A SPECIAL DATE After 21 years of marriage, I went out with another woman, but it was really my wife's idea. "I know that you love her," my wife said one day, taking me by surprise. "But I love YOU," I protested. "I know, but you also love her." The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother. Mom had been a widow for 19 years and the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. So that night my wife suggested I call to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, aren't you well?" Mom asked when I phoned. My mother was always the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. "No, I'm fine. I just thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us?" She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Halfway through the entrées, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary - but catching up on recent events of each others life. In fact, we talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you". I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Sometime later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night out with you meant for me. I love you. Mom " At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time". --Author Unknown

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