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Sunday, February 7, 2010

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Monday, December 21, 2009

Mother's Day Quotes / Messages

Best friends forever mom and me
picking flowers and climbing trees.
a shoulder to cry on secrets to share
Warm hearts and hands that really care.


My Mother, my friend so dear
throughout my life you're always near.
A tender smile to guide my way
You're the sunshine to light my day.

Hundred of dewdrops to greet the dawn Hundred of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies in the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.

Being a full time mother is one of the highest salaries jobs…….since the payment is pure love.

All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my mother.

Mother of mine, you gave to me All of my life to do as I please
I owe everything I have to you
Mother, sweet mother of mine.
Mother of mine, when I was young
You showed me the way things had to be done
Without your love where would I be?
Mother, sweet mother of mine.
Mother you gave me happiness
Much more than words can say
I’ll pray to the Lord that He be with you
Every night and every day.
Mother of mine, now I’m grown
And I can walk straight, all on my own
I’ll lie to give you what you gave to me
Mother, sweet mother of mine.

The sweetest sounds to mortals given Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven.

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother never. A mother is absolutely something absolutely new.

Woman in the home has not yet lost her dignity, in spite of Mother’s Day, with its offensive implication that our love needs an annual nudging, like our enthusiasm for the battle of Bunker.

Women’s Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It’s the men who are discriminated against. They can’t bear children. And no one’s likely to do anything about that.

When you are a mother, you are never really alone in \your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are certain that they are their own.

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.

Mother’s Love
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
- You thanked her by crying all the night.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
- You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
- You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
- You thanked her by coloring the dinning room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
- You thanked her by looping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you into school.
- You thanked her by screaming, “I’M NOT GOING”.
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
- You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
- You thanked her by dripping it all over you lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
- You thanked her by never even bothering to practice it.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.
- You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
- You thanked her by asking to sit in the different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
- You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
- You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
- You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
- You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to drove her car.
- You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
- You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation.
- You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
- You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of you friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
- You thanked her by saying “It’s none of you business”.
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
- You thanked her by saying “I don’t want to be like you”.
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
- You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
- You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiancee and asked about your plans for the future.
- You thanked her by glaring and growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved you.
- You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
- You thanked by telling her, “Things are different now.”
When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.
- You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
- You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did, came crashing down like thunder on your heart.
If she’s still around, never forget to love her more than ever. And if she’s not, remember her unconditional love


A Heart Touching Story (Must Read)

Dear Friends,

My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’ I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My
mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice!
I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. ‘Sindu, darling,why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad’s sake, dear.

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. ‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few
mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’………..Oh sure, darling’….’Promise?’……………..

‘Promise’. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinch the deal.

‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’, my daughter insisted.
My wife put her hand on Sindu’s, muttering ‘Promise’.

Now I became a bit anxious. ‘Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation.All our attention was on her………….’Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.

‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’ ‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasp. ‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’

Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’

‘No, Dad. I do not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality.

‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’ I tried to plead with her.

‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’. Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra,and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’

It was time for me to call the shots. ‘Our promise must be kept.’

‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.

‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom.She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. ‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought.

‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month.He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates’Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son!
Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’

I stood transfix. And then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!’

*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..*


*thx to : tulasirajesh*

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