Happy Mother's Day!/Young At Heart

                                                             “When God Created Mothers"

When 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 God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."

It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."

That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.

One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."

God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."

I can't," said God, "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 a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."

Can it think?"

Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."

It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."

What's it for?"

It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."

You are a genius, " said the angel.

Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.

By: Erma Bombeck

In celebration of Mother's Day I thought I would share my "Y" post for Ms. Jenny. If you love you will always stay young at heart ! Today we had a nice visit with some of the phamily. My niece Katie graduated from the Masters program at the Colorado School of Mines. It was nice to visit with her and see both of my brothers and nieces and nephews too. The weather was  bit cooler than we like it but it was good to visit and catch up with those we don't see often.

 My favorite Mother's Day photo of my mom and I. Missing her during this weekend. She was always a good listener and I could talk with her about anything.

My honey and his mom. They are both pretty in pink for Beverly and all the Pinkies! My hubby says she was the best cook and as a child she created many wonderful desserts!

Our mothers were always young at heart. They raised phamilies while their husbands worked. Both of our dads were steel workers. My father in the rail mill and his as a guard! They were people of good quality. They had faith and respect and love for each other and their children.

It is good to share memories of those we love and during Mother's Day we remember their kindness, their struggles, their joy and most of all love for us.

Proverbs 23:22-24

Listen to your father, who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old.  Buy the truth and do not sell it; get wisdom, discipline and understanding.  The father of a righteous man has great joy; he who has a wise son delights in him.

 
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ~Washington Irving