Mothers...

So many things vying for our time. Our houses aren't perfect anymore and our bodies have lost there appeal at least what the world tells us is appealing. The laundry is never caught up, the dishes are rarely done, our legs aren't shaved nor clothing pressed. However, our children are loved, and taught to love the Lord. Our husbands are happy and content with the "wife of there youth". Our homes are filled with people whom we love, and laughter fills the air! Rejoice oh woman of God in what He has given you to do!

"To be a mother is a woman's greatest vocation in life. She is a partner with God. No being has a position of such power and influence. She holds in her hands the destiny of nations, for to her comes the responsibility and opportunity of molding the nation's citizens."

Spencer W. Kimball

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"All that I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother. I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."

Abraham Lincoln

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"If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?"

Milton Berle

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The Treasures of Being a Mother

She came tonight as I sat alone, the girl that I used to be. . .
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye, and questioned reproachfully;
Have you forgotten the many plans, and hopes that I had for you?
The great career, the splendid fame, all wonderful things to do?
Where is the mansion of stately height, with all of its gardens rare?
The silken robes that I dreamed for you, and jewels for your hair?
And as she spoke I was very sad, for I wanted her pleased with me . . .
This slender girl from the shadowy past, the girl that I used to be.

So gently arising, I took her hand, and guided her up the stair
Where peacefully sleeping, my babies lay innocent, sweet and fair.
And I told her that these are my only gems, and precious they are to me;
That silken robe is my motherhood of costly simplicity.
And my mansion of stately height is love, and the only career I know;
Is serving each day in these sheltering walls, for the dear ones who come and go.
And as I spoke to my shadowy guest, she smiled through her tears at me;
And I saw that the woman that I am now, pleased the girl that I used to be. . .

--Author Unknown