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Dear God,
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 the 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 that I am unable to speak these words in her presence, but they flow easily from my pen.
How does a daughter begin 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 toleratin a college student who knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes how wise her mother really is ? |
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