Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 08, 2022

Sunday Morning Sunshine: Happy Mother's Day!

 Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!
Have you considered how much longer
Ago than you, the pyramids were created,
And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,
And even Venus? They are old. 

And never say you're not attractive.

Remember that for us
Who look deeper than skin
And see your thought flowering
Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,

Hear your heart singing sometimes
And feel the warmth of its love,
And join in your laughter often,
 
You are beautiful!
 
--Elaine V. Emans



You're forever young now, Mama, dancing on heaven's golden streets!

My Mama's Faith

https://bit.ly/3sddaxF

Sunday, May 09, 2021

Sunday Morning Peace: Mother


 


 
Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!
Have you considered how much longer
Ago than you, the pyramids were created,
And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,
And even Venus? They are old.
 
And never say you're not attractive.
Remember that for us
Who look deeper than skin
And see your thought flowering
Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,
Hear your heart singing sometimes
And feel the warmth of its love,
And join in your laughter often,
 
You are beautiful!
 
--Elaine V. Emans



You're forever young now, Mama, dancing on heaven's golden streets!

My Mama's Faith
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQJwlNqLNnQ

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Sunday Morning Sunshine: Mothers


Strength and honor are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.
--Proverbs


My mother:
My friend, my christian leader, my confidant

To My Boys:

Who is this little person...
Who's looking more and more like Day,
tries to frustrate till I'm mad,
Then smiles and makes me glad.

Who is this little boy...
Who grows freckles on his nose,
loves to wear his oldest clothes,
and takes his dog where 'ere he goes?

Who is this tiny creature...
Who questions me with lots of "whys?"
looks at the world with big, clear eyes,
Rides his bike and pretends he flies.

Who is this tiny man...
That I tuck in bed at night,
That I love with all my might,
And give him hugs that are so tight.
--Author Carole Brown

(Copyrighted: must have permission to reprint)

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Sunday Sunshine: When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God
that I could always talk to.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You kissed me goodnight
and I felt loved.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt--
But that it's okay to cry.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You smiled
And it made me want to
look that pretty too.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
I looked...
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn't looking.
--Mary Rita Schilke Korsan


Happy Mother's Day!!



Sunday, May 13, 2018

Sunday Morning Peace: Mothers


Strength and honor are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.
--Proverbs


My mother:



To My Sons:
What it means for me as a mother

One little boy with eyes of blue,
Scuffed up knees, and holes in his shoes,
jumping climbing--running hard,
Laughing, crying--spirit unmarred.

One little boy, still afraid of the dark,
Up at dawn, then out for a lark,
Quiet one minute, tornado, the next.
Expanding his wings, and heavens!
What's next?

One little boy, out to change the world.
Exploring the creek bed, his flag unfurled.
Rocks in his pockets, his shores untied,
Unmindful of dirt, with his dog at his side.

One little boy, yes, that's my son!
Whether he's reading his books
or having some fun,
Asleep in his bed, or awake with some noise,
He's God's gift to me--and
I thank Him for boys!

--Carole Brown
(copyrighted. Must have permission to reprint)



Sunday, May 14, 2017

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking...

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You hung my first painting on the refrigerator
And I wanted to paint another.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You fed a stray cat
And I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You baked a birthday cake just for me
And I knew that little things were special things.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You said a prayer
And I believed there was a God
that I could always talk to.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You kissed me good night
and I felt loved.
ad
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
I saw tears come from your eyes
And I learned that sometimes things hurt--
But that it's okay to cry.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You smiled
And it made me want to
look that pretty too.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
You cared
And I wanted to be everything I could be.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking
I looked...
And wanted to say thanks
For all those things you did
When you thought I wasn't looking.
--Mary Rita Schilke Korsan


Happy Mother's Day!!














Sunday, May 10, 2015

Sunday Morning Peace: Mama

Random Pictures of my Mama


Mama and Lily the Pug




Dad and Mama




Mama all dressed up!



Have a wonderful time in heaven, Mama! 
Love . . . always.




Sunday, May 03, 2015

I Cried in Church Sunday

I cried in church Sunday. Hubby was speaking. Talking about battles we face, discouragements that come, hard places to overcome. But he didn't leave us there. He showed us through God's word that we have a heavenly father who will do the fighting, carry us through the discouragements, and lead us every step of our journey.

He talked also about getting older, using our mothers and fathers as examples. And I remembered my mother. She's still alive. Still beautiful. Still desiring to be active even though she is feeble. Softie that I am, I cried remembering the past and how sad it is to think of the future. Of knowing I will lose her. Of never being able to ask her for advice again. Of never going shopping with her again. Of the years gone, oh, so quickly.

Of course, I know I'll see her in heaven. What a comfort.

But I still cry over the earthly loss, I have no doubt, can't be too far away.

Thank you, God, for giving me such a beautiful, caring mother.

I love you,
Mom!



Blessings!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Sunday Morning Peace

Happy Mother's Day!


 Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her price is far above rubies.
Proverbs 31:10


Blessings

Sunday, May 12, 2013

 
 
My Mother
 
 
Memo for a Lady
Never say again you are old!
Have yo considered how much longer
Ago than you the pyramids were created,
And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,
And even Venus? They are old.
 
And never say you're not attractive.
Remember that for us
Who look deeper than skin
And see your thought flowering
Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,
Hear your heart singing sometimes
And feel the warmth of its love,
And join in your laughter often,
 
You are beautiful!
 
--Elaine V. Emans
 
 
Blessings!



Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Sarah's Sin by Teresa Slack: Promotion!

I've read some of Teresa's books, and she's a great writer. Be sure to note the contest details


below! Now about Teresa and her book:

 
 
Teresa Slack spent most of her writing career focused on novels. Her first, Streams of Mercy, won the 2005 Bay Area Independent Publishers Award for Best First Fiction. Her latest novel, Runaway Heart, was published in February and is available for purchase as an e-book by Helping Hands Press.


(book link: http://www.amazon.com/Runaway-Heart-ebook/dp/B00BCA1WO0/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367790471&sr=1-2&keywords=teresa+slack) But she’s recently discovered writing short stories is a whole lot of fun.
Just in time for Mother’s Day—a very unconventional Mother’s Day story
M is for the many things she gave me.
O means only that she’s growing old
T is for the tears she shed...
Okay, so not every mother inspires songs, poems, or roses named after her. Some mothers are hard to honor, and even harder to love.
All Sarah McWhorter ever wanted was her mother’s love and respect. She learned early in life her mother wasn’t the classic June-Cleaver type who baked cookies and bandaged scraped knees and kissed away bad dreams. She also suspected the fault lay with a sin Sarah didn’t understand—a sin that kept her mother from loving her.
The story of Sarah’s birth is a family scandal everyone knows but no one talks about. Now Mom is dying, and Sarah hopes to repair their relationship before it’s too late. Regardless of the cost, Sarah must know if it’s too late to earn her mother’s love. Unfortunately the truth might be too painful to bear. Or worse, Mom truly despises her for the sin she represents, and Mother and Daughter, so much alike, are too broken to be fixed.

Check out Teresa's short stories and other titles on her Amazon author page (author page link: http://www.amazon.com/Teresa-D.-Slack/e/B001JP0MQ2/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0) and wherever books are sold. Learn more about Teresa and her writing on her FaceBook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Teresa-Slack/121975854648100?fref=ts and at http://www.teresaslack.com
 
Everyone who leaves a comment here will be entered for a chance to win one of 5 e-copies of Sarah's Sin.
 
 
 
Blessings!

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!
Have you considered how much longer
Ago than you the pyramids were created,
And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,
And even Venus? They are old.

And never say you're not attractive.
Remember that for us
Who look deeper than skin
And see your thought flowering
Goldenly as sunflowers, and more tall,
Hear your heart singing sometimes
And feel the warmth of its love,
And join in your laughter often,
You are beautiful.

--Elaine V. Emans

Friday, May 08, 2009

Mother's Day 2009

Since Mother's Day is almost here, I thought you might get a kick out of this Memory Lane Tour that my good friend Ann sent me. Enjoy!



THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:


You have to be a certain age to appreciate this. I can hear mother now:
  • You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes-walk the entire length of each line with a damp cloth around the lines.

  • You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang "whites" with "whites," and hang them first.

  • You never hung a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail! What would the neighbors think?

  • Wash day on a Monday! Never hang clothes on the weekend or Sunday, for Heaven's sake!

  • Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could hide your "unmentionables" in the middle.

  • It didn't matter if it was sub zero weather. Clothes would "freeze-dry."

  • Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins left on the lines were "tacky!"

  • If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.

  • Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothesbasket, and ready to be ironed.

  • IRONED? Well, that's a whole other subject!

And if you're not bored by now, you'll also enjoy this:



Ode to the Clothesline
A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.
For then you'd see the "fancy sheets"
And towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company table cloths"
With intricate designs.
The line announced a baby's birth
From folks who lived inside -
As brand new infant clothes were hung,
So carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
You'd know how much they'd grown!
It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.
It also said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way .. . ...
But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess!
I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line!
Quote:
Only two groups of people fall for flattery: men and women.
Blessings!

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Memo for a Lady

Never say again you are old!
Have you considered how much longer
Ago than you the pyramids were created,
The ancient pyramids of Egypt


And the temple of Diana at Ephesus,
And even Venus?
Cloud structure in Venus's atmosphere, revealed by ultraviolet observations


They are old.

And never say you're not attractive,
Remember that for us
Who look deeper than skin
And see your thought flowering
Goldenly as sunflowers and more tall,



Hear your heart singing sometimes
And feel the warmth of its love,
And join in your laughter often,
You are beautiful.
--Elaine V. Emans






Quote:
Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
--Ben Franklin



Blessings!

Friday, May 11, 2007

Before I Was A Mom . . .

Sigh. Can you remember the days before? Before babies? Freedom and fun and less stress. If you worried, it was about a pay raise, or if the boy down the street liked you, or what you were going to wear. Now . . . do you ever have days when you question your sanity? Wonder if they (meaning the kids!) are worth it? Read on . . . maybe you'll agree!
  • I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
  • I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
  • I never thought about immunizations.
  • I had never been puked on, messed or wet on, chewed on.

Newborn infant, just seconds after vaginal delivery.
  • I had complete control over my mind and my thoughts.
  • I slept all night.
  • I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.
  • I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
  • I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
  • I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Or waiting on a late homecoming child.
  • Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping child just because I didn't want to put him down.
  • I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
  • I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.\
A child sleeping


  • I never knew that I could love someone so much.
  • I never knew I would love being a Mom.
  • Before I was a mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
  • I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. Or a growing teenager.
  • I didn't know about that bond between mother and child.
  • I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
  • Before I was a mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
  • I didn't know the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a mom.
  • I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much being a mom.
Yeah, I guess in spite of everything, they are worth it. Who said, "Some days I wouldn't take a million dollars for you, but other days, I'd sell you for a nickel?"


It must have been a mother!




Shh! Don't tell hubby (or the kids), but lay these hints somewhere easily seen . . . and wait for results. If, worse case scenario, they are kinda dense, then casually read them aloud or wave paper in front of their darling faces. And if all else fails, lay down the law. This and this and this is what I want! It might just work! Smile.


Mothers Day Ideas

* Breakfast in bed is always a wonderful thing. Although if you serve her breakfast in bed, she should not have to get up and clean the mess up that was made making it.

* Flowers are always a great idea, BUT a beautiful plant planted in the yard with a bow on it, is always nicer. She can look at it year after year and think of you.


*
Daily chores should not have to be done. Mothers always have things they have to do, just STOP her and send her to her favorite chair with a book she has not be able to finish.

* Cards made are always better than cards bought! Dads, get the kids (when she is out) to make her one!


* For those expecting mothers and Dads to be . . . take her to a local Spa and let them pamper her for awhile. It is not easy being pregnant!


* More than likely she is going to want to spend it with her mother, get the kids ready for her that way she can give herself more time to spend on herself that day.



TODAY IS THE LAST DAY! No, it's not the end of the world. It's the last day for you to participate in my Mother's Day contest. We've got about 10 name suggestions. So . . . check out Tuesday's "Contest! Contest!" blog for the details.

Those of you who posted a comment about Donna Fleisher's interview blog, please make sure to email her with your address at:
donna at donnafleisher dot com
Or . . . if you'd like me to send it to her, I'll be glad to do it.



The answer to yesterday's trivia question: A pine tree. Catch cha' next week . . .



Quote:

A hero is someone who does something for someone else at personal sacrifice. -- Rick Warren
Hmmm. Is he talking about a woman?


A wonderful Mother's Day to all of YOU, my wonderful readers!

Sunday Morning Sunshine: Autumn's Bright Blue Weather

 Autumn's Bright Blue Weather --Helen Hunt Jackson O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival fo...