Mothers look different from other women. Their hair isn't
always done in the latest style, and sometimes, it isn't done at
all.
A mother is a woman who can bake a cake with six other hands
helping her and still have it turn out fine.
A mother's shoulders sometimes smells of sour milk, and if you
are very observant, you'll notice safety pin holes in her clothes
-- even her Sunday best.
Mother's frequently have runs in their stockings, likely as not,
Junior didn't park his trike off the sidewalk.
A mother is different. She likes chicken wings and backs and
the hamburger that is slightl y burned -- things the kids and
Daddy don't care for. She never takes the last chop on the
plate, and she always saves the candy from the tray at the club
to bring home to the children.
A mother may not have ulcers, but she has versatile tears. They
show anger, weariness, hurt or happiness. Once, when Daddy
forgot an anniversary, Mother cried. One Saturday, he brought
home some chocolates when it wasn't even her birthday or
anything, and she cried then, too.
A mother is someone who can repair the kitchen sink with only
her hands -- after Daddy spent alot of time trying with tools
and plenty of cuss words.
When a mother dies, she must face Him with her record of
accomplishments. If she's done a good job of caring for her
children, she'll get the most sought-after position in heaven,
that of rocking baby angels on soft white clouds and wiping
their celestial tears with the corner of her apron.
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