You may inherit their chins
You are not destined
With all my love,
If I were paid a nickel for
If just one dime would be my fee
Although it's true I don't receive
author unknown
Be Yourself
You do not have to be your
mother unless she is who
you want to be. You do not have
to be your mother's mother,
or your mother's mother's mother,
or even your grandmother's
mother on your father's side.
or their hips or their eyes,
but you are not destined to become
the women who came before you.
to live their lives. So if you
inherit something, inherit
their strength, their resilience.
Because the only person
you are destined to become
is the person you decide to be.
I LOVED YOU ENOUGH
Some day when my children are old enough to understand
the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them:
I loved you enough to ask you about where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would get home.
I loved you enough to insist that you buy a bike that we
could afford to give you with your own money.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that
your hand-picked friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way~
with a bite out of it, to a drugstore and to confess: "I stole this."
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while
you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me
fifteen minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment,
disgust, and tears in my eyes.
I loved you enough to argue in front of you
so that you may learn to handle problems.
I loved you enough to admit I was wrong and ask for
your forgiveness.
I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall and hurt.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility
for your actions at 6, 10, 16 or 20.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when you
hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.
Mom
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where
they're at and what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
�:(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago!
Author Unknown
A MOTHER'S WAGES
If I would charge one cent each time
I washed my children's clothes,
Or tied a shoe or gave a bath
Or wiped a runny nose,
Or made a bed or acted as
Their judge or referee,
It would be possible that I
Could live in luxury.
Each diaper that I've pinned,
For every Band-Aid I've applied
When arms or legs were skinned,
For every toy that I've picked up
And put back in it's niche,
There wouldn't be a single doubt--
Why, I could be quite rich.
For giving them a pill,
For making meals and wiping up
The milk they always spill,
For darning scores of tiny socks,
For fixing things that break,
It wouldn't be too long before
A fortune I would make.
A solitary cent,
I'm repaid in many ways
For all the time I've spent.
Their smiles, their love is my reward
For this unending care,
And I am richer, yes, by far
Than any millionaire!