Mother’s Day is Sunday and This Might Be Ultimate Tribute to Mom
I would love to be able to say that I showed my Mom even a fraction of what she was due for all she did for me, but I sorely fell short of the mark.
Sure, I got her the flowers, showed her love, but when she passed away this past December, I felt as though I never hit the mark when it came to real appreciation.
The Late Erma Bombeck Penned This Years Ago But It's Still True
Oddly, lots of people feel the same. Thank goodness for the epilogue from Erma Bombeck's book "Motherhood: The Second Oldest Profession". If you can read this to Mom, without breaking down, she'll know just how much she means to you. I can't recommend any book (other than the Bible) any greater.
Any woman can be a mother, but it truly takes someone special to be a Mom and if the words or actions to show Mom your admiration fail you, this book can do the job for you.
It Could Be The Greatest Gift You Ever Gave Mom
Buy a copy now while it's on your mind. Mom will LOVE you for it! Course, recent research shows that here in Louisiana, what Mom really wants more than anything else is a nap. So maybe you get her favorite blanket, get her settled in on the couch Sunday afternoon, and then share this with her. I promise, she'll have sweeter dreams than ever! It's a win, win, win!
Momma, we love YOU!
While the Good Lord was creating mothers He was into his sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this order?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic.
Have 180 movable parts...all replaceable.
Run on black coffee and leftovers.
Have a lap that disappears when she stands up.
Have a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair.
And have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...not possible."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?", asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that see through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that see what she shouldn't, but what she has to know. And of course, the ones here in the front that can look at a child when he goofs up and reflect, 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I can't." said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick... can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine- year-old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of The Mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough." said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this Mother can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you you were trying to put too much into this model. You can't ignore the stress factor."
The Lord moved in for a closer look and gently lifted the drop of moisture to his finger where it glistened and sparkled in the light.
"It's not a leak," He said. "It's a tear."
"A tear?" asked the angel. "What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, compassion, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You are a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."