Love her more than you love yourself！！！(

2006-04-04 23:09:48

Those Childhood Days
　　When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
　　You tanked her by weeping your eyes out.
　　When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
　　You tanked her by crying all night long.
　　When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
　　You tanked her by running away when she called.
　　When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
　　You tanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
　　When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
　　You tanked her by coloring the dining room table.
　　When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
　　You tanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
　　When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
　　You tanked her by screaming, ‘I’m not going!’
　　When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
　　You tanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s window.
　　When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
　　You tanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
　　When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
　　You tanked her by never even bothering to practice.
　　When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
　　You thanked by her jumping out of the car and never looking back.
　　When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
　　You tanked by her asking to sit in a different row.
　　When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
　　You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
　　Those Teenage Years
　　When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
　　You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
　　When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
　　You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
　　When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
　　You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
　　When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car.
　　You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
　　When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call.
　　You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
　　When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation.
　　You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
　　Growing Old and Gray
　　When you were 19 years old, she paid your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
　　You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
　　When you were 20 years old, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
　　You thanked her by saying, ‘ It’s none of your business.’
　　When you were 21 years old, she suggested certain careers for your future.
　　You thanked her by saying, ‘ I don’t want to be like you.’
　　When you were 22 years old, she hugged you at your college graduation.
　　You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
　　When you were 23 years old, she gave you furniture for your apartment.
　　You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
　　When you were 24 years old, she met your fiance10 and asked about your plans for the future.
　　You thanked her by glaring and growling, ‘Muuhh-ther, please!’
　　When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
　　You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
　　When you were 30 years old, she called with some advice on the baby.
　　You thanked her by telling her, ‘Things are different now.’
　　When you were 40 years old, she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.
　　You thanked her by saying you were ‘really busy right now.’
　　When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
　　You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
　　And one day she quietly died.
　　And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.
　　‘Rock me baby, rock me all night long.’
　　‘The hand who rocks the cradle…may rock the world.’
　　Let us take moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called mom though some may not say it openly to their mother. There’s no substitute for her. Cherish every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother!!! She will be there for you…to listen to your woes, your bragging, your frustrations, etc.
　　Ask yourself…have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her ‘blues’ of working in the kitchen, her tiredness?
　　Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a different view from hers.
　　Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.
　　Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Love her more than you love yourself. Life is meaningless without her…