DAILY MOTIVATION FOR BEING A MOM
~Author Unknown~


Mom and Dad were watching TV, when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot timer for brewing the next morning.

She then put some wet clothes into the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the newspapers strewn on the floor, picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back in the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.

She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse. Mom then washed her face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and trimmed her nails.

Hubby called, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said.

She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper.

She set the alarm, laid out clothes for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow. About that time, the hubby turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular�"I'm going to bed," and he did.

THE FENCE


There was a little boy with a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and
told him that every time he lost his
temper, to hammer a nail in the back fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into
the fence.
Then it gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his
temper than to drive those nails into the
fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't
lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father
suggested that the boy now pull out one
nail for each day that he was able to hold
his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was
finally able to tell his father that all the nails
were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led
him to the fence.
He said, "You have done well, my son, but
look at the holes in the fence.
The fence will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a
scar just like this one.
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say I'm
sorry, the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.


MY FOOTSTEPS

An acquaintance of mine who is a physician told this story about her
then-four-year-old daughter. On the way to preschool, the doctor had
left her stethoscope on the car seat, and her little girl picked it up
and began playing with it. Be still, my heart, thought my friend,
my daughter wants to follow in my footsteps!
Then the child spoke into the instrument: "Welcome to McDonald's.
May I take you order?"

A WISE LITTLE GIRL

A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.
Sugarbrown's daughter."
Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane
Sugarbrown."
The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said,
"Aren't you Mr.Sugarbrown's daughter?"
She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."



THUMB SUCKING

A boy had reached four without giving up the habit of sucking his
thumb, though his mother had tried everything from bribery to
reasoning to painting it with lemon juice to discourage the habit.
Finally she tried threats, warning her son that, "If you don't stop
sucking your thumb, your stomach is going to blow up like a balloon."
Later that day, walking in the park, mother and
son saw a pregnant woman sitting on a bench. The four-year-old
considered her gravely for a minute, then spoke to
her saying, "Uh-oh ... I know what *you've* been doing."

THE LORD'S PRAYER

A mother was teaching her 3-year-old the Lord's prayer. For several
evenings at bedtime she repeated it after her mother. One night she
said she was ready to solo. The mother listened with pride as she
carefully enunciated each word, right up to the end of the prayer.
"Lead us not into temptation," she prayed, "but deliver us some
e-mail, Amen."

SO KEEP THE SINGING DOWN, OK?

A Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the
way to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in
church?"One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."

THE PRESSED LEAF

A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, he
looked at the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of
the Bible and he picked up and looked at it closely. It was an old
leaf from a tree that has been pressed in between pages.
"Momma, look what I found," the boy called out.
"What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked.
With astonishment in the young boy's voice he answered:
"It's Adam's suit!!!!!"


WHEN GOD CREATED MOMS

When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His
sixth day of overtime, when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the spec on this one?
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 pair 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," said the Lord.
"It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord 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."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now.
Tomorrow..." "I can't," said the Lord.
"I'm so close to creating something 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 the mother very slowly.
"She's too soft," she sighed. "But tough!" said the Lord excitedly.
"You cannot imagine what the mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?" "Not only think, but she 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, 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're a genius," said the angel.
"I didn't do it, She did."