A Tribute to My Daughters

Every home should have a daughter,
For there's nothing like a girl
To keep the world around her
In one continuous whirl.

From the moment she arrives on earth,
And on through womanhood,
A daughter is a "female"
Who is seldom understood.

One minute she is laughing,
The next she starts to cry,
Man just can't understand her
And there's just no use to try.

She is soft and sweet and cuddly,
But she's also wise and smart;
She's a wondrous combination
Of a mind and brain and heart.

And even in her baby days,
She's just a born coquette;
And anything she really wants,
She manages to get.

For even at a tender age,
She uses all her wiles;
And she can melt the hardest heart
With the sunshine of her smiles.

She starts out as a rosebud
With her beauty unrevealed;
Then through a happy childhood,
Her petals are unsealed.

She's soon a sweet girl graduate,
And then a blushing bride;
And then a lovely woman
As the rosebud opens wide.

And some day in the future,
If it be God's gracious will,
She, too, will be a Mother
And know that reverent thrill,
That comes to every Mother
Whose heart is filled with love
When she beholds her "angels"
That God sent her from above.

And there would be no life at all
In this world or the other
Without "darling daughters"
Who, in turn, become "Mothers!"

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

A LOVE STORY

Our country had been at war since December 1941. In May 1945 Germany surrendered. It was VE Day but only a minor celebration since Japan was still fighting strong. I went to the movies that night and a boy I had known for a few years walked me home. Three months later we really celebrated VE Day when Japan surrendered. The war was finally over! On June 8, 1946 we were married. On April 6, 1947 we were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. We named you Diane Elizabeth. On June 23, 1948 we were blessed again with a beautiful baby girl. We named you Susan Ann.

All too soon it was school time.

Your favorite Prayer

Angel of God, my Guardian dear,
to whom his love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard, to rule and guide...
~Amen~

Next came the teen years with your proms and boyfriends and other teen age things. Like the night Dana almost hung himself on the clothesline going to Roberta's and the times you needed the fire department. First when you set the hedge on fire trying to start the grill for us and then the time the puppy got stuck in the cinderblock in the garage.

You grew up to be two outstanding women. And now, over 50 years later, on this Mothers Day, you are not only mothers yourselves to all my grandchildren but grandmothers to all my great grandchildren. It's been a wonderful life. To you both I dedicate this page.

Before I Was a Mom

Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone.
Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted. And never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.
Before I was Mom I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies.
Before I was a Mom 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, spit on, peed on, or pinched by tiny fingers.
Before I was a Mom I had complete control of my mind, my thoughts, my body and all my feelings. I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so that 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 it 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.
Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was OK. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much...... ......before I was a Mom.
~~~~~~~~~~Author Unknown~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To My Grown Up Girls

My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play
the little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you,
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your play
I'd say "A little later in the day."

I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tip-toe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a little more.
For life is short, the years rush past...
A little child grows so fast.

They are no longer at your side.
Their precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no longer games to play.
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear...
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

Love, Mom

A mother holds her childs hand for a little while
But holds their hearts forever.

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