@MOTHER DAY Wishes

@The Sweetest Mother@

Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful
But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring

That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.

 

@I Love You@

Carl Sandburg

“I love you,”
said a great mother.
"I love you for what you are
knowing so well what you are.
And I love you more yet, child,
deeper yet than ever, child,
for what you are going to be,
knowing so well you are going far,
knowing your great works are ahead,
ahead and beyond,
yonder and far over yet."

 

The FamilyMary Loberg

The family
is like a garden
with joy
for all to share,
With tender, growing blossoms
that thrive on love
and care,
And when
the flowers are gathered
for a very special day,
They make
a bright and beautiful
happiness bouquet. is like a garden
with joy
for all to share,
With tender, growing blossoms
that thrive on love
and care,
And when
the flowers are gathered
for a very special day,
They make
a bright and beautiful
happiness bouquet.

MOTHER'S DAY MESSAGES

The Mothers Day is the perfect occasion when it is time to express our love and care for our lovely mothers. Although Moms are always near to our heart but it happens with all of us that with increasing job and family responsibilities, we fail to remind ourselves how important our mothers are for us. Well! It is never too late. This year also the special Mother's Day is here so why not celebrate this day by greeting our Mom, wishing her, thanking her and making her feel how special she is for us. Tell your mother that she is still loved and cared for by choosing any of these messages and sharing it with her.

Children and mothers never truly part, bound in the beating of each other's heart.

~ Charlotte Gray

If I have never said thank you for bringing me into the world I'd like to do that now.

If there was a day for everything you have given to me as a mother, it would be Mother's Day every day.

Thanks for always helping me to remember what is important in life... and today it is you!

You are the best!

Thanks for all you do.

No way I'd miss this - Happy Mother's Day.

Hope your day is sunshine and flowers with happy thoughts to fill the house.

Mom, you're the best. Happy Mother's Day.

Thank you for always being there, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.

There's never been a minute I wasn't glad you were my Mom.

Your arms were always open when I needed a hug. Your heart understood when I needed a friend. Your gentle eyes were stern when I needed a lesson. Your strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly.

~ Sarah Malin

If I had a flower for each time I thought of My Mother, I could walk in my garden forever.

~ Unknown

"Mother is the name for god on the lips and hearts of all children."

~ Brandon Lee

"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 troubles thicken 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

"Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible."

~ Marion C. Garretty

"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother."

~ Abraham Lincoln

"Richer than Gold You may have tangible wealth untold; Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be -- I had a mother who read to me."

~ Strickland Gillilan

"There is no velvet so soft as a mother's lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps."

~ Archibald Thompson

"The Miracle of Life nurtured by a woman who gave us love and sacrifice...MOTHER"

~ Joel Barquez

"This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!"

another mother’s day wishes

Two years ago, I was on the brink of motherhood as a young woman decided she was not prepared to become a mama herself.
At the time, I was learning to dwell in the uncertainty of life, reeling from the recent diagnosis of my mother’s terminal cancer just weeks before another woman would decide whether I would become a mama. Then yet another family tragedy left us spinning and searching for peace. Mother’s Day was not for celebration, but reflection.
One year ago, I balanced gratitude and grief as I experienced my first real Mother’s Day, while thinking of our daughter’s other mother too. I was grateful for our beautiful child and for the woman who brought her into the world, who saw in me what I could not for so long. As I celebrated with my own little family (and then some), I still could not escape the thought that Baby J’s birthmother Kaye was likely feeling her own loss that day, as well as her mother, and her mother’s mother. The blood line runs deep through this family of women.
I was also grateful that my own mother had survived the year, that she had lived to meet our daughter rather than joining her mother who lost her own battle to cancer a dozen years before. Still, I was grieving the vibrant woman she once was. Perhaps it was a bit sacrilegious on Mother’s Day to reflect on how I learned from her mistakes to be a better mother, but it’s true.
This year, despite all prognoses and medical logic, my mother is still with us. Two years since her terminal diagnosis — and more than a year after she nearly died — she is still here. In the past six months, she has traveled to Paris, Las Vegas, and California twice. While she is a mere reflection of the woman she once was, she is determined to do what she can while she can. She has chosen to live in the midst of dying. There will plenty of time for death, she believes. As for living, if not now, when?
So while it is heartbreaking to hear my daughter say “up!” and know that her grandmother can not lift her, or even be left alone with her, it is worlds of uplifting to see them nuzzled on the couch reading stories, to listen to their laughter while they share a meal or a joke, to hear my mother sing the song she sang to me as a little girl in the car on the way home. These are precious moments I never thought I would experience. I never knew if my mother would live to see me become a mother too.
Weeks ago on her most recent visit, my mom shared news of tests indicating her decline. For a year her reports have been stable, which shaped her approach to the life she has left. Yet her organs are ravaged by untreatable disease, her heart damaged by toxins that her liver and kidneys can no longer process. It is amazing that her body functions at all, thanks to her stubborn will. While she continues to plan movie nights and weekends away, her days are certainly numbered. She has lived more in the past year than have many, yet it is with the exhausting knowledge that she will never recover. It all takes a toll.
This year my amazing husband planned a weekend getaway to a small town on the north coast that we have visited for 20 years, though always with our dogs and never with a child. Our last visit was for my birthday four years ago, just days before our last pup unexpectedly left us. I haven’t wanted to go back, until now. We stayed at a wonderful and new (to us) inn, with unbelievable gardens and food, and llamas, horses and dogs everywhere. Baby Jaye loved camping in her tent crib, and we were happy to forgo fancy dinners for early bird specials with our very active toddler. We enjoyed an afternoon at the beach with sand between our toes, and even bought ourselves an early anniversary gift (see below, with glare). The whole weekend was very much a celebration of our wonderful little family. We reclaimed our old getaway spot, and it was lovely.
Still, Mother’s Day is still tinged with so many emotions, so much complexity, especially in adoption.
I owe my motherhood to another mother, not my own, who bestowed upon me the greatest honor and privilege when she asked me to become mother to our daughter. While she does not regret her decision, she lives with it each and every day. Each precious moment I share with our daughter is one that she does not. Every night I sing our little girl to sleep, each morning I wake up to her beautiful chirping voice, she does not. Each time my heart swells when I hear our child call me “mama,” well, you get the idea. This is the reality of adoption, of my motherhood. And while it makes me no less a mama, it gives me deeply humble appreciation, that I owe it all to another mother.
So this year, rather than celebrate myself, I will make some wishes. To my own mother I wish health and well being, though I will settle for peace and comfort. To Kaye, the mother who brought our precious Jaye into the world, I wish peace, immense joy, and the compass and wind to realize her dreams in life and love. And to our wonderful daughter — who I tell each night how lucky I am to be her mama — I wish a most joyful life with every happiness, secure in real knowledge that she is loved and cherished by all of her mothers and grandmothers, and even one great grandmother.
To everyone else who is missing a mother or child on Mother’s Day (or any day) I wish for your happiness and contentment as well.