Tributes to Mothers

Her love is like
an island in life’s ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
‘Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above like a beacon light
Shines Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro’ the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there. – Anon

The following is a letter from Ann Romney to my wife’s sister:

Shirley,

On Mother's Day, Mitt always brings me lilacs, a tradition he started the year I became a mother.

When our home is filled with their fragrance, it reminds me of so many things, and stirs so many emotions. I think of my five sons and the women they married, whom I love as if I had raised them.

It wasn't easy raising five boys. To put it mildly, they had a way of laying their emotions and their disputes on the table. They were a handful - and sometimes I just hoped to return home and find our house still intact.

But after watching this short video that my boys put together for me for Mother’s Day, you’ll see how my rowdy little boys turned into sweet wonderful men.

On this day, I always remember my mother. I remember she was a wonderful cook. I remember how much she loved my dad. Ours was a loving home, where I knew the light was always on. I wish I could tell her again how much I love her.

Cherish your mothers. The ones who wiped your tears, who attended all those ball games or ballet recitals. The ones who believed in you, even when nobody else did, even when maybe you didn't believe in yourself.

Women wear many hats in their lives. Daughter, sister, student, breadwinner. But no matter where we are or what we're doing, one hat that moms never take off is the crown of motherhood.

There is no crown more glorious.

Happy Mother's Day.

Ann Romney

Grandmothers are like sweet warm rays of sunshine that wake you from a long night’s sleep. – Emily Higham

"My mother was the making of me. She was so true and so sure of me, I felt that I had someone to live for - someone I must not disappoint. The memory of my mother will always be a blessing to me." – Thomas A Edison

"The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother." – Napoleon Bonaparte

Likely Mother (to son wandering around the room):
"What are you looking for?"
Son: "Nothing."
Mother: "You'll find it in the box where the candy was."

Story-Telling Dad
Six-year-old Mary woke up about two in the morning. "Tell me a story, mamma," she pleaded.
"Hush, darling," said mother. "Daddy will be in soon and tell us both one."

Surely Feminine
Visitor: "And what will you do, little girl, when you get as big as your mother?"
Little Girl: "Diet!"

Courteous Retort
Operator: "Pardon me, madam, but your girl seems more than twelve."
Her Mother: "Operator, would you take me to be the mother of a girl that age."
Operator: "Lady, don't tell me you're her grandmother!"

"The noblest calling in the world is that of mother. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece or who can write a book that will influence millions deserves the plaudits and admiration of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will be exerting an influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give." – David 0. McKay

A father may turn his back on his child; brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies; husbands may desert their wives and wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy. – Washington Irving

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. – Abraham Lincoln

“A mother's love! What can compare with it! Of all things on earth, it comes nearest to divine love in heaven.

A mother's love means a life's devotion - and sometimes a life's sacrifice - with but one thought, one hope and one feeling, that her children will grow up healthy and strong, free from evil habits and able to provide for themselves. Her sole wish is that they may do their part like men and women, avoid dangers and pitfalls, and when dark hours come, trust in Providence to give them strength, patience and courage to bear up bravely.

Happy is the mother when her heart's wish is answered, and happy are sons and daughters when they can feel that they have contributed to her noble purpose, and in some measure, repaid her unceasing, unwavering love and devotion.” – Anonymous