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"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother."
"The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness."
"My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her."
"The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom."
"Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all."
"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she
cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to
our hearts.
"The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother."
RICHER THAN GOLD
You may have tangible wealth untold;
WONDERFUL MOTHER
God made a wonderful mother,
THAT WONDERFUL MOTHER OF MINE
The moon never beams without bringing me dreams
I pray ev'ry night to our Father above,
You are a wonderful mother, dear old Mother of mine.
Pure, unselfish, all encompassing, sacrificial, unconditional love...that is what my Mom gave me, and still gives me to this day. I am no longer a child, yet, if I travel home to see my Mom, she has made enough food to feed an army, let alone one small woman, and all my favourites are there...turkey, perogies, pie. When we go out together, in this small town I grew up in, she will stop people she knows on the street, just to brag about me. "This is my youngest daughter, Lori, the dancer," she will say...just as she did when I was twelve years old, and then proceed to tell them everything I have accomplished in the years I have been on this earth. She remembers everything I have done, but only the good, and in her heart, I am still her baby girl
Last Birthday I received a card with a wee babe on the front, wearing a sun hat, picking flowers in the grass. She wrote inside of it..."this reminds me of when you girls were young, I always put hats on you to protect you from the sun?". Then, "I was so happy when you were born, and the Doctor placed a healthy baby into my arms." Never mind that I am the fourth girl, born just before the only boy in the family. She was happy to have me, thanked God I was healthy,in love with me from the first second she laid eyes on me. And I felt the same way about her.
I remember things as well, Mom. I remember being held and rocked in that old, squeaky rocking chair. I remember you taking my toes one by one, and playing "This little piggy" with me. I remember "Pattycake", and when we got to the part of "put it in the oven for BABY and ME!", we would both squeal with delight. :-) I remember being tucked into bed every night, and being kissed and told to 'sleep tight". I remember when I had a bad dream, I would rush down into the safety of yours and Dad's bed, and be able to sleep between you. You took away all of my fear.
I remember being a teenager and all that brings with it...hormones, crankiness, sullenness, but you never got angry with me or lost your temper. You still held me tight and told me things would be ok. You still baked my favourite cookies for me to come home to after school, and I always felt free to bring my friends over, children of all ages were always welcome in our home, and I saw you exude your childlike side with them, a freer side that you did not show around other adults, whom you could be quite shy with.
I remember wiling away the sweet days of summer, reading books outside on a blanket, under the sun. You never told me I had to do anything. You left me free to be a kid. I would spend endless days reading, and writing, and I swear, Mom, if I ever can discipline myself to write that book that I want to, it will be dedicated to you and Dad for letting me spend those summers reading, not worrying about a thing.
I remember being poor financially, going shopping and looking for the "bargain" shoes, clothes, etc. I remember the other kids teasing me about my clothes, but I never, ever blamed you or Dad for that. I was intelligent enough to know that I was rich in love and spirit and compassion...things no amount of money can buy, and that you gave to me without wanting anything in return.
I remember you taking care of Gran when she was sick, and then Dad, and then my aunt and uncle. We called you Florence Nightingale. You are always there for someone who needs you. You are the epitome of selflessness and caring. A beacon of light in the darkness of illness and death, a ray of hope when all hope is gone has been told to someone. I have seen you work miracles in healing, Mom, and because of that, I believe in miracles, myself.
I remember being a woman and leaving home and getting married, and you still being there when I needed you. I remember having surgery, hoping that I would be able to bring you a grandchild, and when that hope was gone, you brought me my favourite flower, lilacs into my hospital room, and in the intense summer heat, made sure I got a fan, and went down the hall, found the kitchen and made me tea.
I remember sharing endless pots of tea with you and Grandma, Mom. Because of that, I have never had a cup of coffee in my life! You made me into a tea granny like the two of you. I remember you sewing my Highland dancing outfits, attending the competitions, believing in me, being proud of me.
I remember being proud of you too. On parent/teacher day, you would dress up and put on makeup, and I would look at you as you went out the door, and think "There goes the most beautiful mother of all the kids in school." And then, you would come home and tell us that the teachers asked you how you raised such nice children? What was your secret?
The secret was you, Mom. By being the person you are, we couldn't help but want to live up to what we were shown and taught by you. I know you are proud of me and that you respect me and that you love me, and I still am slightly in awe that I was so honoured to receive you as a mother and that I earned all that from someone I admire so much. I know the gift that I have received, by being able to call you Mother, and I thank God every single day for that. I love you Mom. Thank you for giving me life. Love, Lori
This Page is dedicated to my very special mother, Peggy Kindrat. :-)
My Mom and my nephew, Shane, at his graduation
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