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Family
from Words of Wisdom
Barbara Bush
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Special anonymous quotes about mothers and children
Mothers are like fine collectibles--as the years go by they increase in value.
As a mother, my job is to take care of the possible and trust God with the impossible.
The mother’s love is like God’s love. He loves us not because we are lovable but because it is His nature to love, and because we are His children.
Loving a child is a circular business--the more you give, the more you get……..the more you get, the more you give.
The greatest gift a mother(father) can give her(his) children is herself (himself).
Where parents do too much for their children, the children will not do much for themselves.
Children spell LOVE….T--I--M--E…
Mother Theresa upon winning the Nobel Prize was asked, “What can we do to promote world peace?” She replied. “Go home and love your family.”
A Grandmother’s Prayer
By Barbara Burrows
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much, Eternal beauty, or youth, or such. Just give me a little hand to hold, And I’ll forget that I’m growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies, A life that’s free from tears and sighs. Just give me a little face to kiss, And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much As little hands that reach and touch, As little eyes that search and see Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise By looking at life through their wide eyes. For through these little ones, you have given This grateful grandmother a glimpse of Heaven.
WHAT MAKES A DAD
Author Unknown
God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of ages, The power of the eagles’ flight, The joy of a spring morning, The faith of a mustard seed, And the depth of a family need.
Then God combined these qualities And there was nothing more to add. He knew his masterpiece was complete And so He called it DAD.
By Mabel Ramsey
Mama’s Mama on a winter’s day, milked the cows and fed them hay, Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule, and got the children off to school, Did a washing, mopped the floors, washed the windows and did some chores, Cooked a dish of home dried fruit, pressed her husband’s Sunday suit, Swept the parlor, made the beds, baked a dozen loaves of bread, Split some firewood, lugged it in, enough to fill the kitchen bin, Cleaned the lamps and put in oil, stewed some apples she thought might spoil, Churned some butter, baked a cake, then exclaimed “For mercy sake! The calves have got out of the pen…went out and chased them in again, Gathered the eggs and cleaned the stable, returned to the house and set the table, Cooked a supper that was delicious, and afterwards washed the dishes, Fed the cat, sprinkled some clothes, darned some socks that were full of holes, Then she opened the organ and began to play: “When You Come to End of a Perfect Day.”
Erma Bombeck was asked what she would change if she had her life to live over. This candid, insightful, witty woman gave these answers:
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have taken time to listen to my grandpa ramble on about his youth. I would have sat on the lawn with my children instead of worrying about the grass stains on my skirt. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more while watching life. I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would have gone into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the ‘wonder growing inside of me was my own only chance in life to assist God In a miracle.
When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later, now go and wash up for supper.” There would have been more “I love you’s, I’m sorry’s and thank you’s.”
THE LOVE OF A MOTHER
It was a family treasure that vase that golden vase the vase that had belonged to my great-grandmother, to my grandmother, and now to my mother ... And the vase sat on the mantle out of reach of little fingers. However, I managed to reach it I climbed to reach it I broke it the family treasure. Golden pieces of once a family treasure valueless that moments before was priceless. And I began to cry then louder in sobs that brought my mother running. I could hardly get it out: I broke the vase ... the treasure. And then my mother gave to me a gift: A look of relief over her face and oh, I thought you had been hurt!” And then she hugged to her the one who had just moments before broken the family treasure. She gave to me a gift: She made it very clear that I was the family treasure. I was what was priceless and of great value. She also made it very clear where her heart was.
