"Happy Mother's Day"

I want to wish a very happy mother's day to two very special ladies, one of them is a big part and reason why I am here in this vast place we call earth. The other special one is my dear daughter which is also a mother now, and so I am honoring three generations of beautiful, dedicated, and loving woman. I extend my happy mothers wishes also to two woman who I had the honor to have meet in my life, and loved their presence and the essence they left behind. My two grand mothers who are watching and guiding us from heaven above.

"I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU"

and for all you "MOTHER'S" there in this big wide world. I wish you Joys beyond compare and smiles to fill your hearts with pride and joy. In unity to all those beautiful mothers of the world, who no matter how hard life's circumstances are or have been, we did put our kids first and did held down tight for the worthy ride of seeing our kids grew up with love, and comfort and being protected.

My most beautiful love in every way

No flower grown, or written word can convey
How much I love you and how
Forever in my heart you will stay

Your love for me unconditional
Your ways forgiving and kind
And for a mother I"m so grateful
God made you mine

From timeless lullabies and nursery rhythms
On every quest and journey
Your heart and prayers
Have faithfully followed me

In all the stages of my life
You have been a certainty
Holding on when necessary
Realizing when to set me free

You have tended to my every
Motherly need
Of my morals,values,and beliefs
You have planted and nurtured every seed

The test of motherhood you have
Passed with flying colors
My most beautiful love in every way
I proudly call you mother on this day and any other

We are sitting at lunch when my daughter

casually mentions that she and her

husband are thinking of "starting a family."

"We're taking a survey," she says, half-joking.

"Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully

keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on

weekends, no more spontaneous vacations...."

But that is not what I meant at all.

I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her.

I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.

I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal,

but that becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound

so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.

I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper

without asking "What if that had been MY child?"

That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.

That when she sees pictures of starving children,

she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit

and think that no matter how sophisticated she is,

becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level

of a bear protecting her cub.

That an urgent call of "Mom!"

will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without

a moment's hesitation.

I feel I should warn her

that no matter how many years she has invested in her career,

she will be professionally derailed by motherhood.

She might arrange for childcare,

but one day she will be going into an important business meeting

and she will think of her baby's sweet smell.

She will have to use every ounce of her discipline

to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.

I want my daughter to know that everyday

decisions will no longer be routine.

That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room

rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.

That right there, in the midst of clattering trays

and screaming children, issues of independence and

gender identity will be weighed against the

prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office,

she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive daughter,

I want to assure her that eventually she will shed

the pounds of pregnancy,

but she will never feel the same about herself.

That her life, now so important,

will be of less value to her once she has a child.

That she would give it up in a moment to save her offspring,

but will also begin to hope for more years --

not to accomplish her own dreams,

but to watch her child accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or

shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor.

My daughter's relationship with her husband will change,

but not in the way she thinks.

I wish she could understand how much more

you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby

or who never hesitates to play with his child.

I think she should know

that she will fall in love with him again

for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my daughter could sense the bond

she will feel with women throughout history who

have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.

I hope she will understand why I can think

rationally about most issues, but become

temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of

nuclear war to my children's future.

I want to describe to my daughter the

exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.

I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby

who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for

the first time.

I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.

My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize

that tears have formed in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say.

Then I reach across the table, squeeze my

daughter's hand and offer a silent prayer for her,

and for me, and for all of the mere mortal women

who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

This blessed gift from God . . . that of being a Mother.

And a small tribute to another very impotant "Mother"

who give us "HOME" every day of our lives.

respect her and honor her ways. She is the most beautiful of us all, beyond compare.

after all the best artist (GOD) made her also to give us refuge.