A Lifelong Commitment...

A Mother's Love , originally uploaded by The Sage of Shadowdale

What is a Mother's love?

It is something that is very, very special.

It is something that no one can really explain.

It's something that is made up of much deep
devotion, joy, pain and sacrifice.

It is endless and unselfish and it endures
whatever may come.

It is full of hopes, dreams, tears and pleasure.

Nothing can ever destroy it or take that
special love away.

It is very patient and forgiving.

A Mother's love is a lifelong commitment
to selflessness.

More often than not, it requires much more
giving than receiving.

But it is something that is given with delight,
gratitude, enthusiasm and much satisfaction.

A Mother's love never fails or falters even
though the heart is breaking.

It is always believing when all the rest of the
world is condemning.

A Mother's love is a splendored miracle that man
cannot understand.

It is something that cannot be measured,
for it has no beginning or no end.

A MOTHER'S LOVE

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Wondrous Evidence...

New Love, originally uploaded by The Sage of Shadowdale

A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.

A Mother's Love
~Helen Steiner Rice~

In her Mother's Love...

IMG_0728, originally uploaded by jembitz
OUZIZBOO#21, End Times, Jenny Greenberg Studio: The Manipulator

"Do you like my dress?" she asked of a passing stranger..
"My mommy made it just for me."She said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?"

With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered.
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away."

"Well, now," said the lady,
"with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right back."

"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears,
"my Daddy said that she's up in heaven now with Grandfather."

Finally the woman realized what the child meant,
and why she was crying.
Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms
and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.

Then suddenly the little girl did something
that the woman thought was a bit strange.
She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.

She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper.
It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard,
almost like the song of a very small bird.

After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady,
"My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away,
and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying
and it would make me stop."
"See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!"

As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve,
"Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?"

Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said,
"Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here,"
pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here,"
"Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress
so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry."

Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress,
no, she was looking at a Mother...
Who knew that she was going away
and would not be there to kiss away the hurts
that she knew her daughter would get.

So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl
and put them into this dress, that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress.
She saw a child wrapped... in her Mother's love.

~the dress, winters child~