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Show I hoc ifcf-v; ... . . v r I . ' ' "-?. I HI MOM! HAPPY MOTHERS DAY Is there a more appealing appeal-ing sight than a mother loving lov-ing and cuddling her new baby? I don't think so. Our thanks to Kathy Davis and Tifany, for our Mother's Day Special. Mother's Day the older I get, the more I appreciate this lovely day. Mothers seem to become more special with each passing year. I'll admit that as a child and an "obnoxious" teenager, Ipro-vided Ipro-vided plenty of heartache and grey hairs for my Mother, but she loved me in spite of myself and deep down, I knew it. As my children go through the same awkward, awk-ward, sometimes downright unpleasant stage, I try to remember re-member her patience and tenderness. I hope I make it clear to them that I love them and they are the gifts I treasure most in this life. How often we've heard the term "Sainted Mother". Grown, and sometimes aged men often melt into tears when they speak of their dear.departedMothers, Why is Mom so special? Though the valley of the shadow loomed darkandfor-boding, darkandfor-boding, she gladly entered to give us life. Her pain and tears were almost immediately im-mediately forgotten as the tiny, squirming bundle of new life was placed in her arms. As we grew, she nurtured, loved , taught, constantly we were her pride her cup of joy. My heart still aches when I read of a great -grandmother on our family tree who married at the tender age of thirteen. She had 23 children and buried 16 of them before they reached the age of two. How her heart and arms must have ached as those little forms filled the family burial plot in Wales. Each child is welcomed and loved on its own merits. The hypertense, get-into-mischief child is treasured the same as the gentle, cooperative, co-operative, loving one. I'm sure we've all heard the statement, "He's such a character that only his Mother could love him." Who can mend a skinned knee, a pair of jeans and a broken heart all in the same day? Just Mom. Where can a son or daughter take their problems and be sure of receiving loving, reassurance? reassur-ance? Mom, of course. Looking back, Mother's biscuits always seemed to be at least six inches tall. I can't make them that way. She hummed as she brushed a wisp of hair from her face as she stirred a kettle of my favorite jam, or churned a batch of her locally famous fa-mous butter. She was always al-ways busy doing something. I never saw her take a minutes min-utes rest without her crocheting or mending in her lap. She raised her own eight children, plus three others with equal love and concern for all. The loss of her 16 year old son to men-engitis men-engitis was a hard blow, but was accepted with tears and faith. Her example of thrift, righteous living, help- ing neighbors and her great love for the fam ily have stay -ed with us all. Hardly a day goes by but a thought, or a time together comes to my mind. She's often said, "I've never regretted having a large family. They have all been a comfort and joy to me." I know I am fortunate to have Mother still with me. She grows dearer with each passing day. Don't wait till Mothers Day to let Mom know you love her. Show and tell her every day. If she is no longer with us, remember her with love in your heart and be thankful for the good times and precious moments you had together. Young mothers, when you feel like tearing your hair, or "running away from home" when the little ones are extra rowdy, remember re-member that these days will be among your most treasured trea-sured memories when this early chapter of Motherhood comes to a close. So to all of you Mothers, of all ages, especially mine in her 87th year Happy Mothers Day. We love you! |