Happy Mother's Day

Guess I'm the only Mom out here.....so Happy Mother's Day to Me!!! Even if it is a bit late.....here's some nice emails I'm just now getting around to opening.

To the special moms I know:

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up puke laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here".

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football , hockey or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. For all of us.

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

(I just did)

If you send this to just one person, it should make it all the way around the world by Mother's Day.

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Subject: Fwd: Poem to Mom
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>>
>> Poem to MOM
>>
>>
>> My son came home from school one day,
>> With a smirk upon his face.
>> He decided he was smart enough,
>> To put me in my place.
>>
>> 'Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
>> that's taught by Mr. Wright?
>> It's all about the laws today,
>> The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'
>>
>> It says I need not clean my room,
>> Don't have to cut my hair
>> No one can tell me what to think,
>> Or speak, or what to wear.
>>
>> I have freedom from religion,
>> And regardless what you say,
>> I don't have to bow my head,
>> And I sure don't have to pray.
>>
>> I can wear earrings if I want,
>> And pierce my tongue & nose.
>> I can read & watch just what I like,
>> Get tattoos from head to toe.
>>
>> And if you ever spank me,
>> I'll charge you with a crime.
>> I'll back up all my charges,
>> With the marks on my behind.
>>
>> Don't you ever touch me,
>> My body's only for my use,
>> Not for your hugs and kisses,
>> that's just more child abuse.
>>
>> Don't preach about your morals,
>> Like your Mama did to you.
>> That's nothing more than mind control,
>> And it's illegal too!
>>
>> Mom, I have these children's rights,
>> So you can't influence me,
>> Or I'll call Children's Services Division, Better known as C.S.D.'
>>
>> Mom's Reply and Thoughts
>>
>> Of course my first instinct was
>> To toss him out the door.
>> But the chance to teach him a lesson
>> Made me think a little more.
>>
>> I mulled it over carefully,
>> I couldn't let this go.
>> A smile crept upon my face,
>> he's messing with a pro.
>>
>> Next day I took him shopping
>> At the local Goodwill Store..
>> I told him, 'Pick out all you want,
>> there's shirts & pants galore.
>>
>> I've called and checked with C.S.D .
>> Who said they didn't care
>> If I bought you K-Mart shoes
>> Instead of those Nike Airs.
>>
>> I've canceled that appointment
>> To take your driver's test.
>> The C.S.D. Is unconcerned
>> So I'll decide what's best. '
>>
>> I said 'No time to stop and eat,
>> Or pick up stuff to munch.
>> And tomorrow you can start to learn
>> To make your own sack lunch.
>>
>> Just save the raging appetite,
>> And wait till dinner time.
>> We're having liver and onions,
>> A favorite dish of mine.'
>>
>> He asked 'Can I please rent a movie,
>> To watch on my VCR?'
>> 'Sorry, but I sold your TV,
>> For new tires on my car.
>> I also rented out your room,
>> You'll take the couch instead.
>> The C .S.D. Requires
>> Just a roof over your head.
>>
>> Your clothing won't be trendy now,
>> I'll choose what we eat.
>> That allowance that you used to get,
>> Will buy me something neat.
>>
>> I'm selling off your jet ski,
>> Dirt-bike & roller blades.
>> Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
>> It's in effect today!
>>
>> Hey hot shot, are you crying,
>> Why are you on your knees?
>> Are you asking God to help you out,
>> Instead of C.S.D..?'
>>
>> Send to all people that have teenagers or have already raised teenagers,
>> Or have children who will soon be teenagers or those who will be parents
>> someday OR ANYONE WHO'D JUST GET A LAUGH ....I love this One!! !
>>
>> MOM (Mean Old Mother.)
>>

i bought my mom a tv....she used to just have one of those old ones where you turn the knob to turn it on...now she has on like mine

sweet...and a flatscreen,plasma,what?

Nice.....I'm glad you think of your mom....and honor her.

I've got about a kinda descent tv....at least I can say it's not like really old

You've got a decent Mom too....

Read only if you have time for God

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.


Subject: READ ONLY IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR God

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought.
I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work.
Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.
We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...
Maybe, Sunday night...
And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.
We do like to have Him around during sickness...
And, of course, at funerals.
However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...
Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own.
May God forgive me for ever thinking...
That... there is a time or place where..
HE is not to be FIRST in my life.
We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.
If, You aren't ashamed to do this...
Please follow the directions.

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!

Yes, I do Love God.
HE is my source of existence and Savior.
He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)
This is the simplest test.

If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...

Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!

I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?


THE POEM

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.


Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?
Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?
Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?
Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?
Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?
Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?
Do you give up? Think about it . Are you going to forward this, or delete it?
Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one!
Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you....
That's all you have to do....
There is nothing attached....

This is so powerful....

Do not stop the wheel, please....

Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one....

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS!

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time" "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.


Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more.

what did that have to do with mothers day

Oops...posted this one in the wrong thread....

haha

Awesome Mom


Once you have been hit,

You have to hit 5 awesome Moms.

Including the one who thought of

YOU today and sent it to YOU...



If you get hit again,

You will know you are Really awesome!

So hit 5 awesome moms on your friends list

To let them know they are awesome!



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.


Send this to someone who you think is a awesome Mom.





Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

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