This page is for my mom. Her name Is Elloise and she is a wonderful lady and an even better mother!
I miss her everyday! She lives in Arkansas and I live in Oklahoma.
I chose this song "Eagle When She Flies" because this has been my song for my mom for years! To this day, just hearing it makes me cry!
It is hard being so far away from her. When I want to talk to her I can't just "run" right over. Sometimes it really isn't anything big that I want to talk about but I value my mom's opinion and miss hearing her. We try to see each other every couple of months and call on those times in between. (AT&T loves us!!!)
I wanted to make a page for her so she would know how special she is to me and how much I love her! The poem below says so much about my mom... for she is an angel and I am lucky that God gave her to me!
An Angel Before Me
Just now I am beginning to understand
some of the challenges you have had.
With all of the struggles that life dealt you
I rarely saw you sad.
You are my encouragement,
my strength and wisdom every day.
With guidance and love in good times and bad,
you always know what to say.
You must have had times when you needed a shoulder
or someone to talk to about life.
You must have had times when we didn't understand
and you needed someone to hold you tight.
What do you have to show for all you have done?
Do you realize the lives you have touched?
All the caring and understanding you have given in this world
and you continue to give so much.
It must be difficult to be the only one
we depend on for everything.
Do you know how proud we are of you?
I wonder where you've hidden your wings.
For you must be an angel...that would explain it...
sent down from heaven above.
To show all this world, and your children
the true meaning of Love.
The greatest compliment I could receive in this life,
and I hope someday it will be,
Is that I am as wise and caring,
full of love and understanding
as my mother was before me.
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When God Created Mothers
by Erma Bombeck
When the good Lord was creating mothers He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable; Run on black coffee and leftovers; Have a lap that disappears when she stands up; A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; And six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say, "I understand and I Love You" without so much as uttering a word."
"Lord", said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "Come to bed. Tomorrow..." "I can't," said the Lord, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger... and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed. "But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure." "Can it think?" "Not only think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator. Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You. You were trying to put too much into this model." "It's not a leak," said the Lord, "it's a tear." "What's it for?" "It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride." "You are a genius," said the angel. The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there."
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