Somewhere between the youthful energy of the teenager and the golden twilight years of a woman’s life, there lives a marvelous and loving person known… as mother.
A mother is a curious mixture of patience, kindness, tolerance, understanding, discipline, industry, purity, and love.
A mother can be at one and the same time, both love lore and counselor to a heart-sick daughter, and a head football coach to an athletic son.
A mother can sew the tiniest stitch in the material for that dainty prom dress, and she is equally experienced in threading through the heaviest of traffic with a large station wagon.
A mother is the only creature on earth who can cry when she’s happy, laugh when she’s heartbroken, and work when she’s sick.
A mother is as gentle as a lamb, and as strong as a giant. Only a mother can appear so weak and helpless, and yet at the same time, can put the fruit jar cover on so tightly that even dad can’t get it off.
A mother is a picture of helplessness when dad’s around, but a marvel of resourcefulness when she’s all alone.
A mother has the angelic voice of a member of the celestial choir as she sings a lullaby to a baby held tightly in her arms; and yet the same voice can dwarf the sound of an amplifier when she calls her boys in for supper.
A mother has the fascinating ability to be almost everywhere at once, and she alone can somehow squeeze an enormous amount of living into an average day.
A mother is old fashioned to her teenager. She’s just “mom” to the nine-year old, and she’s “mamma” to the little two-year old. There’s no greater thrill in life than to point to that wonderful woman and be able to say to all the world, “That’s my mother.” (FRED CRUZ)