For Mother
False
The Water Cooler
For Mother
Discuss all things non-baking
Mother, You've given me two things One is roots The other's wings. - Anonymous
0
Cat:3473a929-a609-4b85-8818-bf915c7505deForum:46fe1a99-7ba0-4d0b-8807-3a2be6e8c083
Cat:3473a929-a609-4b85-8818-bf915c7505deForum:46fe1a99-7ba0-4d0b-8807-3a2be6e8c083Discussion:8af0056e-1b0a-41e0-8f14-70508fa61c09

Forums » Baking Forums » The Water Cooler » For Mother

You must be logged in to contribute. Log in | Register
 
Forums  »  Baking Forums  »  The Water Cooler  »  For Mother

For Mother

posted at 5/5/2012 11:34 PM EDT
Posts: 1417
First: 10/26/2009
Last: 3/15/2014

Mother,
You've given me two things
One is roots
The other's wings.

- Anonymous

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/6/2012 7:37 AM EDT
Posts: 2515
First: 6/4/2010
Last: 4/17/2014

  I am taking my mom out for mothers day for dinner.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/6/2012 4:52 PM EDT
Posts: 336
First: 11/28/2008
Last: 3/1/2014
I think I shall send one of my mom's first cousins a coursage!

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/6/2012 9:17 PM EDT
Posts: 725
First: 12/31/2009
Last: 3/21/2014
In Response to Re: For Mother:
I think I shall send one of my mom's first cousins a coursage!
Posted by Lisa K




Maybe I'll send a card to my Aunt.  She has always been like a second mother to me.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/6/2012 10:27 PM EDT
Posts: 1201
First: 9/10/2008
Last: 4/15/2014
My mother will be in an airplane flying home from Minnesota on Mother's Day.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/6/2012 11:17 PM EDT
Posts: 432
First: 2/2/2009
Last: 9/7/2012
I'll be sending my daughter who is a new mom as of 6 weeks ago a hand stamped card.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/10/2012 10:09 AM EDT
Posts: 3406
First: 10/6/2010
Last: 4/15/2014
Enjoy your Mothers..
 My Mom died July 3, 1965. 
I was 11 years old.
She was 51.
I am so sorry that I never got to know her as a woman.
I am sorry she never got to know me as a woman.

Leaping ahead a month or so...
Enjoy your Fathers.
My Dad died October 11, 1969
I was 15
He was 50

The funny thing is I never knew how old my parents were.  I found out after they died and I got a copy of my birth certificate. I do not remember them celebrating their birthdays.  I never knew that my Mom was older than my Dad. (Does a 5 year difference in their age make her a "Cougar" in today's parlance?)

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/10/2012 11:07 AM EDT
Posts: 2161
First: 8/8/2008
Last: 4/16/2014
Happy Mother's Day to all mom's  My mother died and kids don't have kids so it is another day just like any other for me

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/12/2012 7:15 AM EDT
Posts: 3541
First: 1/16/2009
Last: 4/17/2014
Happy Mother's Day to all women.  We can all be Mothers to others whether they are some one elses children,  friends,  other adults,  etc.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/12/2012 9:11 AM EDT
Posts: 1101
First: 8/8/2008
Last: 11/28/2013

Happy Mothers Day to all even those who "mother" others. God Bless you all and my Mom who is in heaven many years.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/13/2012 7:30 AM EDT
Posts: 1101
First: 8/8/2008
Last: 11/28/2013
The Invisible Mom It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible…The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm  a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'  Some days I'm a crystal ball; 'Where's my other sock?, Where's my phone?, What's for dinner?'  I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history, music and literature -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, gone!  One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend, from England. She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.  It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'  It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.  I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'  In the days ahead I would read - no, devoured - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.  A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof; no one will ever see it.  And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'  I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.  I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.  The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.  When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.'  That would mean I'd built a monument to myself.  I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he'd say,  'You're gonna love it there...'  As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.  Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know... I just did.  The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.   To all the wonderful mothers out there!!  May God give you...For every storm, a rainbow, for every tear, a smile, for every care, a promise, and a blessing in each trial.  For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share, for every sigh, a sweet song, and an answer for each prayer.

Re: For Mother

posted at 5/13/2012 8:21 PM EDT
Posts: 432
First: 2/2/2009
Last: 9/7/2012
Thank you, Angela, for those wonderful words.

Forums » Baking Forums » The Water Cooler » For Mother