Showing posts with label Mothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mothers. Show all posts
Cooking and cleaning
And mending too,
Are menial tasks
I have to do...
But loving my children
And making them smile,
Makes everything else
All worthwhile.
And mending too,
Are menial tasks
I have to do...
But loving my children
And making them smile,
Makes everything else
All worthwhile.
Mom,
I leave my sticky fingerprints
on every single wall.
I am noisy and makes messes racing up and down the hall.
But all to soon I'll leave this house when I grow big and tall,
so here's one last precious handprint to remind you always...
of the days...
when I was small.
"No teaching is equal, more spiritually rewarding, or more exalting than that of a mother teaching her chldren."
*
---Boyd K. Packer
Ensign February 2000
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day,
With little time to stop and pray,
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called me to be a mom-
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose,
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week's mail to read-
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That You have blessed me all the while-
And I stoop to kiss that precious smile.
***
---Unknown
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