"A page for all Mom's"

Then in.....1985

Now in....2007 with my First Granddaughter Shyana!!

Newest Addition: Vittoria 2010!!

Dedicated to my three children; "Vito, Tony and Angela "

A "Mother's Day Poem"


If I should go to Heaven before that you are saved
Be sure to remember, children, the prayers for you I’ve prayed
My heart is now so burdened and has been for some time
To see you children Christians and not go on so blind.

The cross has been so heavy, I’m glad I’ve bore it though
For a light that shines along the way makes everything aglow
I want to go to Heaven, for rest and joy there’ll be
I’ll be there with my Savior, and you I hope to see.

The many tears I’ve shed for you I believe are not in vain
I hope that they’ll be bottled up and fall on you like rain
I’ve counseled you along the way, I hope you will take heed
And ask God to take your hand in His, ‘tis Him I know you need.

While traveling here on earth below we meet with many trials
But Christians have a leader, to be one is worth while
“Take My yoke upon you” I can hear my Savior say
He’ll guide you over temptations, He’s with you all the way.

You’ll never regret you’ve chosen Him, if once you’re on his side
And when Jesus is your leader, we’ll walk here side by side
The light that shines before you will guide your feet along
And you can sing His praises, as you go on and on.

© Helen C. Wallen (in 1948)

(Her prayers were answered as you can read in the following poem,
written on Mothers Day, 1978)


Oh yes, today is Mother’s Day and our families are coming, they say
Some of them are ‘way down south, and cannot be here today
A telephone call was so good, to say they all were well
Oh, how we love our children, there is no tongue to tell!

They all three now are Christians, and how it thrills my heart
To know when our lives are ended here, we never more shall part
Our lives here are oh, so short, one can almost count the days
So glad to know we’ll meet again, for in Heaven we’ll live always.

© Helen C. Wallen


Two older women were sitting on the front porch, enjoying the summer breeze.
When one of the women asked the other
with all her children
which she loved the most.
After a long pause,
the other woman began to speak,

"I love the one the most who is gone,
until they return home safely."

"I love the one the most who is ill,
until they become well again."

"I love the one the most who is down,
until they are strong enough
to stand on their own again."

"I love the one the most who is troubled,
until they are on the right path."

"I love the one the most
that is needed of their Mother's Love."

~Author Unknown~

No More Oatmeal Kisses
by Erma Bombeck from Forever Erma
A young mother writes:
"I know you've written before about the empty-nest syndrome, that lonely period after the children
are grown and gone. Right now I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is
teething, the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my
diet. Lay it on me again, will you?"

OK. One of these days, you'll shout, "Why don't you kids grow up and act your age!" And they
will. Or, "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do . . . and don't slam the door!"
And they won't.
You'll straighten up the boys' bedroom neat and tidy: bumper stickers discarded, bedspread
tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And
you'll say out loud, "Now I want it to stay this way." And it will.
You'll prepare dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger
traces in the icing, and you'll say, "Now, there's a meal for company." And you'll eat it alone.
You'll say, "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews.
Silence! Do you hear?" And you'll have it.
No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti. No more bedspreads to protect the sofa
from damp bottoms. No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps. No more
clothespins under the sofa. No more playpens to arrange a room around.
No more anxious nights in the bathroom. No more iron-on patches, rubber bands for ponytails,
tight boots or wet knotted shoestrings.
Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it. No baby-sitter for New Year's Eve. Washing only once
a week. Seeing a steak that isn't ground. Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.
No PTA meetings. No car pools. No blaring radios. No one washing her hair at 11 o'clock at
night. Having your own roll of Scotch tape.
Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste. No more
sloppy oatmeal kisses. No more tooth fairy. No more giggles in the dark. No knees to heal, no
Only a voice crying, "Why don't you grow up?" and the silence echoing, "I did."

Someday They Will Fly
I see children as Kites. You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground. You run with
them until you're both breathless . . . they crash . . . you add a longer tail. You patch and comfort,
adjust and teach ~ and assure them that someday they will fly.
Finally they are airborne, but they need more string, and you keep letting it out . . . You know
it won't be long before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that bound you together and
soar ~ free and alone. Only then do you know you did your job.
~Erma Bombeck

The Torch Has Been Passed

When do children become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults."

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle-there was nothing I could do about it.

My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments. My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried."

I smiled a warm smile. The torch has been passed.

My Mamma's Prayer

There were many times when I was young, I saw tears in mamma's eyes
And I didn't know what things it was, that made my mamma cry.
But as the years went by I understood each tear
Mamma cried for her children while she was living here

And she prayed, Lord please save my children, I'm asking you today
Lord, please save my children, don't let them stray away
Just keep your hands upon them, don't let them die in vain
Much more, please save my children, oh this I pray today.

And now the years they've come and gone, since my mamma passed away
But back in my memory, I can hear her everyday
Oh I hear those prayers that she prayed to God, for her children everyday
She was hoping that she just hear me say, "Mamma I got saved."

And she prayed, Lord please save my children, I'm asking you today
Lord, please save my children, don't let them stray away
Just keep your hands upon them, don't let them die in vain
Much more, please save my children, Oh this I pray today.

But Lord, please save my children,
Oh this I pray today.

My Mamma's Prayer
Written by©2001 Ernie Dawson All Rights Reserved
Recording Artists ©2001 The Heirline Quartet All Rights Reserved

Sometimes Our Kids Drive Us to Jesus

The official pleaded, "Lord, please come now before my little
boy dies." Then Jesus told him, "Go back home. Your son will
live!" And the man believed Jesus' word and started home.

-- John 4:49-50 (NLT)

Sometimes the circumstances with our children drive us to Jesus for
help. Deep inside our soul, we already know that we should seek Jesus
with all of our heart daily. Unfortunately, everyday "busyness" and
routine distractions choke out our apparent hunger to be in his
presence. Then the crisis comes and we realize again how much we need
him. The real question for us is whether we will come to Jesus for help
in our time of need. If your concern for children or grandchildren is
heavy on your heart, please turn to Jesus for a listening ear, a
sensitive heart, and the power to act. If you aren't at the point of
crisis, now is the best time to bring your children and grandchildren
to the Lord in prayer and through time spent with them with a focus on
the Lord.

Father, give me the courage to seek you in my crises and trust Jesus to
act in my world to provide the opportunity for change. Give me the
discipline and the will to bring my family to you before the crisis.
Make my house a house in which your name is praised and your love is
shared. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen.

Courtesy of Heartlight.com

Presidents Quotes on Mom's!

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."
-Abraham Lincoln

"By the blessings of Heaven I mean to live and die, please God, in the faith of my mother."
--William McKinley

"From my mother I learned the value of prayer, how to have dreams and believe I could make them come true."
--Ronald Reagan

Employment ad for the position of mom :

This is hysterical. If it had been presented this way, none of us would have done it!!!!


Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy, Ma


Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an, often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.


The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.


Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you


None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.


Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.


While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.


I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation.
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say "no" for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make you moral.
I can love you as a child, but I cannot place you in God's family.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can teach you about Jesus, but I cannot make Jesus your Lord.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.
I can love you with unconditional love all of my life . . . and I will!!!

Prayer: Father, thank you for my mothers' prayers for me. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen!

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