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A second-grade teacher who had given a lesson on magnets gave a test question: "What starts with `m' and picks up things?"

Many of the children wrote "mother"

It's true that mothers spend a lot of time picking of after people but they do more that.

Here are some things some children thought about there mothers:

My mother is a special person because she treats me like a special person."

"A mother babysits babies and makes brownies."

"My mother reminds me of flowers because she's so pretty. I love her and I know she loves me."

"We are very close. We like to do fun things together."

"A mother is a good helper to clean up messes."

"She's important!"

"The most important thing a mother does is loving."

"My mom can't beat me in basketball but I love her anyway."

"A mother is nice because when you're a baby she'll sew you a blanket."

"A mother is a friend."

"She listens to me and she understands me."

"If someone makes me feel bad, she helps me feel better."

"Mothers always haves a hug for you when you feel down or have a bad day. They are always on your side."

"A mother takes care of you when you are a kid."

"My mom helps our family read the scriptures. She doesn't make fun of me when I don't know the hard words and she helps me learn them."

"A mother is a person who works around the house. A mother is a person who cleans up after herself. A mother is a person who's nice and kind and good."

"My mom can play the piano and have a lot of children better than most moms can. She probably is the most favorite and beautiful mom in the world."

"My mom is like old faithful. I can always depend on her to come in after I'm in bed to kiss me goodnight."

"My mom loves me a lot. She let me have some pet rats."

"She let me be the first kid to see our new baby."

"I like it when she kisses me and calls me `sweetie.'"

"My mother is a loving, caring person to me and other people. She fixes up the neighborhood children when they get hurt near our house."

"My mom is real good - well, she's not real good, but she's good - at football."

"I like to go sledding with my mom."

"My mom is nice. One day she lt me stay outside and run through the sprinkler in my clothes. I got a cold and she didn't yell at me."

"She makes cereal for lunch."

"When I was little my mother taught me how to make paper airplanes."

"When I think of my mom I think of love..."

Q: "What does you mother look like?"

A: "I don't know."

Q: "Yes, you know what she looks like."

A: "No I don't."

Q: "How come?"

A: "Because a four-year-old doesn't know, but a five-year-old does."


You, Mother, are from heaven,
An angel in disguise,
For purposes God sent you down,
For reasons great and wise.

He talked with you before this earth,
Your worth he knew was great.
A mission he set up for you,
Beyond this first estate.
How blessed I am that God saw fit
That I should call you Mother,
How blessed it is that he chose me,
Instead of any other.

I want to tell you, Mother dear,
That I feel truly blessed.
Without your light to lead me on,
The end would find no rest.

So here I am, your life my goal,
'tis you who made me upright,
Oh God, I thank you for my Mom,
And for your blessed foresight.

Bonnie Benson

The woman was old and ragged and gray

And bent with the chill of the Winter's day.
The street was wet with a recent snow
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep....

[One] paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you cross, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

"She's somebody's mother, boys,you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
to help my mother, you understand,
If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."

And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, "God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy!"



The young Mother set her foot on the path of life. "is the way long?" she asked. And her guide said, "Yes. And the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young Mother was happy, and would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in clear streams, and the sun shone on them, and life was good and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then came night, and storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Oh, Mother, we are not afraid for you are near and no harm can come." And the Mother said, "this is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage. Today, I have given them strength."

And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth--clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the Mother said, "Look up. Lift your earths to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an Everlasting Glory, and it guided them and brought them beyond the darkness. And that night, the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the Mother grew old, and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong and walked with courage. And when the way was hard, they helped their Mother, and when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather, and at last they came to a hill, and beyond this hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And the Mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, "you will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said, "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours if more than a memory. She is a Living Presence.

Temple Bailey

Why God Made Mothers

God knew that everybody needs
Someone to show the way.
He knew that babies need someone
To care for them each day...
He knew they needed someone sweet
To soothe their baby cries,
To teach them how to walk and talk
And sing them lullabies...
That's why God made mothers.

He knew small children need someone
To lend a guiding hand,
To answer all their questions
And to smile and understand,
Soemone to read thems torybooks,
To teach them wrong from right,
To show them wonderful new games,
And hear their prayers at night...
That's why God made mothers.

And then throughout their childhood years,
God kenw that children need
Someone to smile at them with pride,
Encourage each new deed.
As they grow up and all their lives,
God knew that everywhere
All children need a mother's heart
To understand and care...
And that's why God made mothers.


A Mean Mother

A woman recalled the painful years when she was growing up. She said, "As a child I had the meanest Mother in the whole world. She was real mean. When other kids ate candy for breakfast, she made me eat cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had Coke and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my dinner was different from other kids.

My mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know hwo our friends were and what we were doing. She insisted that if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we would be gone one hour or less. She was real mean.

I am ashamed to admit it, but she actually had the nerve to break the child labor law. She made us work! We had to wash all the dishes, make beds, learn to cook, and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay awake nights thinking up mean things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Byt he time we were teenagers, she was much wiser, but our life become even more unbearable.

None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old-fashioned mother refused to let me date until I was 15 or 16!

My mother was a complete failure as a mother. None of us has ever been arrested, or beaten by a mate. EAch of my brothers served his time in the service of his country. And whom do we have to blame for this terrible way we turned out? You're right, our MEAN MOTHER.

Look at all the things we missed. We never got to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that our friends did. She made us grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a background, I am trying to raise my childrne. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride when my children call me mean. You see, I thank God He gave me the meanest mother in the world."


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