48 Mothers Day MessagesEvery waking day is special for all mothers especially when the love of family is made known. But, one singular day out of the year, there is a golden opportunity to specifically express messages of love to your mother that means more than all the roses or all the flowers that are grown.It is the act of a loving son, daughter and husband or father that brings the warmth that only a personal expression of love can bring. It may be that warm embrace or that timely and loving phone call. We hope these mothers day tidings remind you of the special and unique people that Moms are, and to help you to express your love, kindness, and gratitude to them.
A Loving Mother Possibly Aged Before Her Time Byron R. Pulsifer, © 2019 I was just a normal little boy. I was happy, fun loving, and always erring on the good side of life. So, why did my mother emphatically state that I was the cause of her aging well before her time? I thought of myself as that perfect little boy with angelic demeanor. So, why was my mom's impression so different from mine? What did I do? Could it be because of my little incident on my tricycle one beautiful summer day so many long days ago? What excitement! What joy! There was so much fun to be experienced by zooming down the sloping, old cement sidewalk in front of our house. In reality, one could easily argue that was when I first learned about sidewalk maintenance issues facing most towns or cities at some point. Maybe, if my incident had occurred today, it would have been grounds for a legitimate complaint to town officials. However, let's forget about all that and get back to my story. It was a great summer day as I zoomed ever faster and faster down the slope with the wind gently caressing my face, with arms held out straight, no hands, and paddling as if demon possessed. My delight and joy, however, was unceremoniously interrupted as I flew through the air in a millisecond. I landed ungracefully upon my tiny chin and then hurtled in circles before coming to rest. So, the question became, why was that stupid hole in the sidewalk in the exact spot I attempted to hurtle beyond? Those memories are still vivid to this day while stretched battered and bruised upon the kitchen table being stitched up by our local doctor minus any localized freezing. Could that have been what mom meant when I sat accused of being the cause of her premature aging? Or, maybe it was that time that occurred at the end of the school year when I had left the public school on the last day of classes as I was cycling down the town hill merrily on my way to the school picnic. Who needed hands on the handlebars? To use the handlebars is to announce a novice bike operator; I was not one of those types at all. Who needed to worry about the stop sign and zipping through the only four-way crossroad in town? There was never many cars traveling along my road, interrupting the pleasure of the moment, or placing their car in my path. What a piece of work that man was for putting his passenger door right in front of my front wheel abruptly stopping my momentum. Hum! How does one end up on that cold, unforgiving pavement anyway? So what that he screeched to a stop? So what that he then jumped out of his car to pick me up showing shock and concern at the same time. I didn't ask him to drive through the intersection when I needed to fly through it unmolested. So, who told him to offer me a ride home? So, who told him to arrive at my home before I did because I stubbornly refused his offer of a ride and decided to wheel my crumpled bike home? So, who told him to tell my mother that he hit her little boy without clarifying that I wasn't dead on the street but simply wheeling my crumpled bike home just a few minutes behind him? Why would my mom jump to the conclusion that the man standing before had killed her little boy? How is it that some people just seem to jump to conclusions without any corroborating evidence? I found it hard to figure out my mom's tears on that day. On the other hand, maybe it was that time when I innocently bounded up the center hall stairs turning my swift little legs to maneuver around the landing on my way to my bedroom retreat to play. I can't help it if somebody left the step ladder there so it conveniently came crashing down on my head leaving me permanently scarred with an extra hole in my head. I think there must have been a conspiracy to get me. It really wasn't my fault that I missed two months of school laying in a special bed set up in our living room. Big deal; anyone can get pneumonia that requires their mother to bring them that dreaded consommé soup, or glasses of water, or mustard plasters twice a day. I wasn't about to give up the ghost hacking and coughing, sweating with fever, and unable to move a muscle because of weakness. So, what was all the fuss about? Mom, are you sure you just didn't make it all up? I know I didn't do anything unusual or wrong; I was just a normal, fun loving, good little boy. Right mom? Mother's day is definitely a time to celebrate all moms, but it is also a day to reinforce for husnands that the mother of their children is also their first love and wife. The story below echoes these thoughts of moms as wives. Never Forget A Mother As A Wife By Byron R. Pulsifer, © 2019 What a marvelous and blessed day it is when a new baby is born into your family. There are new expectations, new surprises, and a host of new routines that need to be scheduled into the day. What is often forgotten amidst all the excitement, however, is that the brand new mother is also your wife. It is very easy to forget that this brand new mother also requires, and needs to be treated to delights that acknowledge that she is much more to you than just a mother. And, while the duties of a new mother are very pronounced and necessary, so is it that this new mother is first and foremost your wife. Within the first few months of your new child arriving as a welcomed addition to your family, your wife will be constantly busy attending to the needs of her new baby. But, even though all of the needs of caring for a new baby is very predominant, it is not only up to you support your wife in assuming more of the daily household tasks that she can not do, it is also up to you to reinforce that she is still your wife. Over the years, I have heard many people remark how much their life changed with the birth of a new baby. We all expect changes, don't we? But, these reported life style changes had a lot to do with the role of the mother whereas the father seemed to carry on with outside activities as if nothing had changed. In these cases, the father maintained a lot of outside activities like playing golf, bowling, hunting, or club duties. Unfortunately, the continuation of these activities are often seen as selfish, or seen as somehow disrespectful. So, what can you do as a father? First of all, don't forget all the little things that you used to do together before the arrival of your new born baby. While it is sometimes difficult for a new mom to allow someone else to baby sit her new baby, do your best to get a trusted friend, grandparent, or relative to baby sit just for a few short hours. Then, take you wife out to dinner to a special place that she enjoyed going to before she was a new mother. She'll certainly appreciate the individual attention away from the demands at home that automatically put her in the role of a mother. And, don't forget to tell her how pretty she is, and, if you can, buy her a present that expresses how much you care for her as a woman and your wife. Just remember one important thing. Long after your child has matured and left home, your relationship can't return to years gone by unless you have taken loving actions that always reinforce your own relationship. Yes, it is somewhat difficult and challenging to keep your relationship strong with all the demands of a new child, and all the demands of meeting your parenting obligations as your child grows. Nevertheless, it is vitally important to understand that time alone with your wife doing things that you enjoyed doing together before your wife was a mom can help to grow your bonds well and alive. Short Poems and Quotes | Poems | Quotes | About Us | Contact Us | |
