Mama made me cry......

My mom is a dear lady, and lives a distance from me. She is undergowing cancer treatments for the 5th (that's right, the fifth time!) time since age 32. She will be 79 in just a few days.
While talking on the phone a few days ago, I was lamenting that American flags could not be found. I got a note from her in the mail yesterday. Enclosed was a small flag! Through my tears I managed to find a bamboo pole, and attached it with pushpins. I set it up in my flowerbed, where it can be seen from the highway.
Aren't moms just wonderful?

Yes, they are :0)

My mother was my worst enemy as a teenager but now, she's my best friend. I hope I too will be my daughter's best friend someday..........It's so true when people say mothers would move mountains for their children........

i hated my mom when i was a teen, she became my best friend. i think of her all the time, she has been gone for 6 years, died at 61, so young. i am glad you still have yours.

Yes please love your Mums i lost mine when i was 13 years old in 1957, she is still missed badly, not there when i got married, not there when i had the kids-just not there and there is always pain in my heart because of this, so if you are not talking to your Mums go to the phone NOW and say sorry and i love you just 4 words, 4 more than i can say to my Mum. Sheila in NW England

Tigerlily your mother sounds a brave and wonderful person. My mum is in England. She's 87. I phone her every week, sometimes more. I phone Germany nearly every day and will do so until my grandson is born and I know my girl is OK. Both are precious and the loves of my life. Last week, after the tragedy, I sat on the porch nearly all night and howled my eyes out because I needed comfort and I wanted to return comfort. I had neither, comfort was too far away in distant lands.



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Oh, ((((Louisa)))) you have a mamma's heart. Bless you!

I love my mommy, too. She's a breast cancer survivor (5 years!) and has a terrific, though sometimes odd, sense of humor I'm happy to share. We live in the same town and I talk with her every day. We know how to push each other's buttons, but we both work hard not to because it just ends with us both hurt and frustrated. My MIL is the bees knees, too - a really neat lady who's endured a lot, too.

Give someone a hug today.

Love you guys.
Kimberley

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No I didn't write this but thought it was a very sweet and powerful
statement.
God Bless You My Friends!
THE WOODEN BOWL

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in law, and four-year
grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his
step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly
grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas
rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and
daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.

We must do something about Grandfather," said the son. I've had enough of his
spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife
set a small table in the corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden
bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a
tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him
were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the
father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the
child sweetly,
"What are you making?"

Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you
and Mama to eat your food when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went
back to work.

The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears
started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew
what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and
gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate
every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife
seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the
tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens how bad it
seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles
three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll
miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that
you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you
focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing
the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually
make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't
have to be one. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch
someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a
friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that you should
pass this on to everyone you care about. I just did. Sometimes they just need
a little something to make them smile.
Greenw@@d

Tigerlily I have to agree moms are wonderful and do the most unexpected things they always seem to know what we need even when we don't.(Or mine does) I am lucky that my mother lives near where I work and I have lunch with her everyday.I tell my mom I love her everytime we talk because you never know what tomorrow will bring I learned that the hard way. Greenwood I loved it thanks so much for sharing it!

Yes Tigerlily,she's a "jewel" and much more,cherish every moment you can grab with her'

Can still my mom's hearty laughter' She lost the long battle with cancer very young but so far I am surviving with it' We raised my sisters'

Thank you for sharing Greenwood,makes one really think' Sis'

((((Sis))))

((((((((All of you great ones here)))))))))

How did I miss this. That was a bad time for me this past September, guess that's how!

Mother's day has just passed. I had a great day but not as great had my mom, dad, my Uncle John and stepdad been around to share it with or complain to me, or even yell at me that I was doing everything wrong for M. D. Dinner. One more day to hear her yell, scold or say those words, "I Love You!

Uncle John. my godfather would give me a plant every mother's day. He was my 3rd father and my shadow. Every father's day his got his godfather card and a BIG CARVEL ice cream cake.

I miss them all terribly especially on holidays. Now it's just sister and I. Sister has her family and I have my DH,dogs, fishies and my plants.
I always gave mom gardenias for M. Day and she always killed them. Someday, I will have the courage to get to buy me one and show her how well she taught me with her silly geraniums that seemed to last for years.
Cherish every moment you have with the ones special to you because all too soon it is much too late.
Greenwood, I have cut and pasted that beautiful post. It will go on my families, what I call, "wall of fame and sometimes shame".
My father was a stroke vitim and blind. He dropped his food. Unc. too. I never scolded, never! Dad got sick first and his brother-in-law would go everyday to feed him. I had the evening duty. Too soon uncle was dropping his food in one nursing home while dad in another. It was difficult but I managed to get to both of them.
Every holiday my dad ate what we ate, sometimes in my home but when he got real bad than I would deliver his holiday dinner before anyone else was allowed to eat. Daddy loved his holiday dinner; washed down with a glass of milk and scotch; followed by a smoke. Sister thought it was terrible, all these things he shouldn't have; all to soon he would NEVER AGAIN have.
One year I had to go to my sister's for Xmas but my Uncle had his entire dinner that the staff of the home shared with him right down to the wine. I hated leaving him that Christmas but sister was insistant saying, "the dying kill the living". She ment well trying to protect me but, she was wrong; I'm still here and he is not.
Tigerlily, you are lucky to have her. So sorry to hear what she has gone through. Bet my mom would have done the same thing. She would be the only one to understand the pain I went through on 9/11; that still creeps up on me when I visit NY.

We will never forget and we shouldn't!

Whew! Glad I got that one off my chest. Just had my mother day cry a few days late. Thanks for reminding me of that necessary evil.

Thank you all for sharing. I thought with Mom's Day just passing and Father's Day around the corner this should be brought to the forefront once more.

To all that has lost a dear one this is what I say,
"you can take away the man (person) but not the memories" Start making some memories TODAY!
Good nite