Now that I am no longer young. I have friends whose mothers have passed away. I have heard these sons and daughters say they never fully appreciated their mothers until it was too late to tell them.
I am blessed with a dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more each day. My mother does not change, but I do. As I grow older and wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad it is that I am unable to speak these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
How does a daughter to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college student who knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes what her mother really is?
How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice(when asked) or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? For not saying:' I told you so', when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself---loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving?
I don't know how, dear God, expect to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set. I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.