Why I love Mom

by closer2fine 7 Replies latest jw friends

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  closer2fine

  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 readied the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

  She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes
  into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table and put the telephone book back into 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 with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
  & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and
  filed her nails. Dad called out, "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 their bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.

  In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next
  day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

  About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in
  particular, "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought.

  Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?

  'CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL...

  closer
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  Naeblis

  Women live longer cause they have to clean the funeral home before they die :)
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  Yerusalyim

  Not your mom in particular but because THEY SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF THEIR HUSBANDS! Just a thought.

  YERUSALYIM
  "Vanity! It's my favorite sin!"
  [Al Pacino as Satan, in "DEVIL'S ADVOCATE"]
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  closer2fine

  Yeru - thanks for leaving my mom out of it :o)

  closer
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  Yerusalyim

  Your mom sounds like a real sweetheart. Kinda like my mom, even though she is Obsessive Compulsive about some things. Around MY house though, guess who's doing all the ironing and laundry, etc before bed time, sure ain't the wife. That kinda makes me...sad.

  YERUSALYIM
  "Vanity! It's my favorite sin!"
  [Al Pacino as Satan, in "DEVIL'S ADVOCATE"]
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  betweenworlds

  Closer,

  That is so sweet!!!!! And beautifully written I may add. I printed it out Thanks for sharing that. Your mom sounds like a wonderful person.

  BW

  "The important thing is to not stop questioning" Albert Einstein
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  BobsGirl

  When I was about 8 I had a rag doll that I carried with me everywhere. Her name was Becca and she was very nearly loved to death. Her poor neck spewed stuffing from an often-darned rent and her red yarn hair had all but fallen out, but she was my baby. Every night she was by my side, as I would drift off to dream. I remember waking one morning to find her missing. I searched frantically for her only to leave for school in tears. My Becca was gone and somehow I had to find a way to sleep without her. I remember that night, my mother lying next to me and rubbing my hair until the tears had abated and I fell into a miserable slumber. The next day, upon my return from school, I saw a shiny box. It was an empty Pampers box (they were still packaging them in boxes when I was young) and it was wrapped in aluminum foil. It was big and sparkly and my mother said that it was for me! I remember being genuinely surprised to come home to a present. I very gingerly removed the foil, and opened the box to find, not Becca, but her clone. My mother had taken my precious doll and, carefully removing all of her stitching, used her as a pattern to make me a brand new dolly. She looked exactly like Becca, except for one minor difference. This dolly had a big heart embroidered on her chest with the words "I love Tema" inside. This is why I love my Mom. She had six children, NO money, and a heart that somehow knew just how to love us exactly right.

  I haven't thought of this for a long time, but it is one of my favorite childhood memories.

  Thank you closer for reminding me.

  BobsGirl

  "May the work of your hands be a sign of gratitude and reverence to the human condition." - Mahatma Gandhi
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  closer2fine

  Clarification - I didn't write this.

  I think it is beautiful too.

  The author is unknown.

  Bobsgirl - your story was truly wonderful.

  closer