Happy Mothers Day! (again!)

I got this in my in-box this morning...and I wanted to share this with all you awesome mummies!

Happy Mothers Day!

Awesome Mom

Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.


Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.!
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
the heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom .

May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life

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Happy Mothers Day!

This is the last post for the week.

Happy Mothers Day to all the mummies out there!

Mothers Day Message: Why Mothers Cry…

“Why are you crying?” he asked his mom. ”Because I’m a mother,” she told him. ”I don’t understand,” he said. His mom just hugged him and said, “You never will!”

Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason. ”All mothers cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone the man said, “God, why do mothers cry so easily.”

God said, “You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children.”

“I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining.”

“I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager’s anxieties and fears.”

“I gave them a tear to shed. It’s theirs exclusively to use whenever it’s needed. It’s their only weakness. It’s a tear for mankind.”

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Give Value To Relationships

A man stopped at a flower shop for ordering some flowers to be sent as a gift to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing. He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother. But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”

The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.” He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home. She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.” She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, cancelled the gifting order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

At times we take many such relationships with our family and friends for granted. Learn to value them.

We often forget....

"I LOVE YOU MUM"

I was cleaning up e-mail in my overflowing in-box and found this. I don't know about you, but I'm not waiting to tell the people I love, "I LOVE YOU".

A MOTHER...

After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.'

* * *
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

* * *

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

* * *

'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked?

* * *

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

* * *

'I thought it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded.
'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and 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 at the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last birthday on November 19th.

* * *

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angels. 'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into that new white van. 'They can't wait to hear about our date'.

* * *

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. Half way through the entries, 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 other's life. 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.

* * *

Some time 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 wasn't sure that I could 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 meant for me. I love you, son.'

* * *

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 your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'

* * *

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

* * *

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

* * *

Somebody said being a mother is boring.... 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'.... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

* * *

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

* * *

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first..... somebody doesn't have two children.

* * *

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.... 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 stop worrying after her child gets married.... 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.... somebody never had grandchildren.

* * *

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a mother.

* * *

This is for all the 'mothers' in my life and to everyone who ever had a mother.
This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in our life while we have them.

No matter who that person is... don't wait until you don't have them... only then will you understand how much you are missing out...

Have you posted about me?

#3 came to me very excitedly on Saturday night (eve of Mother's day) and declared that she 'made' something for me. I followed her to the 'scene' and saw this.
I made you an Ocean mum! Do you like it? It's for Mother's day she exclaimed excitedly! I smiled at her and she gave me a bear hug. She used the "ello" creation system that my girlfriend gave #3 on her last trip back from Canada.

She's so sweet, always ready to give a hug and a kiss!!

I was really tired from all the cooking for Sunday's coffee morning. This was the end product.

The cheese sauce....


Mixed spices....


The Macaroni.... All sold out by mid day!!


The same Sunday morning (Mother's day), #2 also had a fund raising event for her confirmation camp. Her class had a flower sale! She managed to sell 19 bouquets and got daddy to pay for one. The obvious recipient was very happy to accept this lovely bouquet!!


#2 was very busy at Church on the Saturday and Sunday masses using her "PR" skills to sell flowers for the fund raising. Personally, I'm very proud of her for having sold the 19 bouquets of flowers raising slightly over 1K.

The reason I'm posting this is because #3 kept asking me if I have already posted about her! See, even she is reading my blog!!

Happy Mother's Day!!

Anybody who know my eldest daughter knows one definite thing - the kitchen is not her friend! I've been trying very hard to introduce and impart to her some cooking skills. Many a time, I've encouraged her and wooed her into my kitchen only to have her 'disappear' when I get a little busy.

Don't get me wrong, she's can cook, just like her 'momma' (me) we both can fry a mean egg and Instant mee is our favourite (it never ever goes wrong)! She's an amazing decorator though! She's creative and once her creative juices start oozing there's only a surprise awaiting.

I got home at mid day on Saturday and I found her busy in the kitchen. According to her, she was baking a pie. Hmmmm...she must have been very hungry or very ambitious. I saw a pot of 'something' boiling over the stove, and cutting boards with potatoes etc all over. I couldn't connect all of it because I was too tired from my morning at the market and a 3 hour formation that I had to attend that same day.

Imagining the disaster ahead and the mess that was expected, I turned around and announced that I was going upstairs to sleep. When I woke up two hours later, #1 declared that she'd baked a pie and told me to take a look at it. Fine I thought. This was what I saw!



Wow! I realized that she had made me a pie for Mother's day! It really didn't matter if she'd used ready made puff pastry or Campbell soup to flavour the chicken and potatoes for the filling. What mattered was she actually went through the trouble to do something she had no passion for.

I was touched, moved and utterly speechless at the sight of it. Seriously, I wasn't expecting what was being laid before me. Immediately, I could see the effort and love she had put into making this pie. I know her well and with her limited cooking skills, this would have been a 'do or die project'.

In the night, just before I went up to bed, she presented this to me.


I was stunned! She painted this for me. Notice the little embellishments of the dragon flies and the word "MOMMY". #1 has never painted anything more than her nails, let alone this beautiful masterpiece she'd presented me last night. (Don't get confused with the time factor here because I'm continuing my post today, Sunday, because it was too late to it finish last night)

I was awed and we got into a conversation on how she was inspired on an impulse visit to a stationery shop in Bangsar. One thing led to another and 'Picasso" evolved. She bought a plain canvas, a tray of acrylic paint (I haven't seen it yet), some brushes, the "Mommy" words and transformed them using the creative and vibrant skills she'd acquired from our crafting adventures over the years into this beautiful piece of expression. (See Dad! All our scrap booking, cupcakes icing, patchwork pieces and jewelery making hours had not gone to waste!)

I am humbled by her unassuming and sometimes lack sidale attitude. Today, I've learnt that I need to put aside my prejudice and my expectation of the people I love. Only in this way can I really cherish and experience the love and unconditional efforts in the big or small ways in which they do what they do for the love of us. If you're reading this sweetheart, thank you, I love you and most of all thank you for teaching me life's lesson in your actions.

With this, I wish all Mothers a very "HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!"