Real Mothers

Real Mothers don't eat quiche;

They don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils

Are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors,

Filthy ovens and happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough

Doesn't come out of carpets..

Real Mothers don't want to know what

The vacuum just sucked up.

Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'

And get their answer when a little

Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'

Real Mothers know that a child's growth

Is not measured by height or years or grade...

It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Joy of Womanhood

This is one of the best talks I will never forget!

The Joy of Womanhood!

Why God created little girls

Author Unknown

God made the world with towering trees,
Majestic mountains and restless seas.
Then paused and said , "It needs one more thing...
Someone to laugh and dance and sing.
To walk in the wood and gather flowers...
To commune with nature in quiet hours."

So God made little girls
With laughing eyes and bouncing curls,
With joyful hearts and infectious smiles,
Enchanting ways and feminine wiles.
And when He'd completed the task He'd begun.
He was pleased and proud of the job He'd done.
For the world, when seen through little girl's eyes
Greatly resembled Paradise.

Images of Mother

The Images of Mother

4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

What did I do today?

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."

I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the county Clerk's office was
asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated,
uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the
recorder, "do you have a job or are you just a...?" "Of course I have a
job," snapped the woman. "I'm a Mom." "We don't list 'Mom' as an
occupation, "housewife covers it," said the recorder emphatically. I
forgot all about her story until one day..I found myself in the same
situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a
career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title
like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your
occupation?" she probed.


What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.


*"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations."*The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked
up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly
emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my
pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official
questionnaire.


"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in
your field?"


Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't) in the
laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and
out). I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family) and already
have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most
demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often
work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more
challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more
of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.



As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I
was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could
hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child
development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had
scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as
someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just
another Mom." Motherhood! What a glorious career! Especially when
there's a title on the door. Does this make grandmothers "Senior
Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human
Relations" and great grandmothers Executive Senior Research Associates"?
I think so!!! I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research
Assistants. Please send this to another Mom, Grandmother, Aunt, and
other friends you know. May your troubles be less, your blessings be
more and nothing but happiness come through your door

52 jobs of a mom

Our Mothers Always Taught US

I sang in the choir at my own seminary graduation and we sang this song in tandom with "The Armies of Heleman." It was AWESOME

Our Mothers Always Taught US
By Kory Kunz

Everything was silent and the smoke fired in our eyes

The cold wind blew across the land in the misty morning light
We were 2000 brothers here, going forth to fight
With sword and shield but without fear as we heard the battle cry

Father helaman we covenant now to fight
For liberty land and family to the laying down of lives
Father out god is with us, he will not suffer us to fall
We will be obedient having faith to conquer all

Chorus:
Our mothers always taught us we should never doubt
If we are true and faithful we will conquer now
Our god will fight beside us, he will help us win
Our mothers always knew, it we would all come home again

We lifted up our swords and we fought with all our might
We had never fought before but we fought the laminates
They were blood thirsty warriors with their faces painted red
When the battle was over, there were thousands left for dead

Chorus

I fell with many wounds and was taken from the dead
I looked around the battleground and the laminates had fled
Of my 2000 brothers here, one soul had not been slain
We could see our mother's tears as we sang this song again

Chorus x2

A Girl In a Whirl

“The Girl in a Whirl” a doctor Seuss like poem by Vickie Gunther.
Look at me, look at me, look at me now!
You could do what I do
If you only knew how.

I study the scriptures one hour each day;
I bake,
I upholster,
I scrub,
and I pray.

I always keep all the commandments completely;
I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.

I help in their classrooms!
I sew all they wear!
I drive them to practice!
I cut all their hair!

I memorize names of the General Authorities;
I focus on things to be done by priorities.

I play the piano!
I bless with my talents!
My toilets all sparkle!
My checkbooks all balance!
Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;
I attend all my meetings (on time! Never late!)

I’m taking a class on the teachings of Paul,
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …
I track my bad habits ‘til each is abolished;
Our t-shirts are ironed!
My toenails are polished!
Our family home evenings are always delightful;
The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.

I do genealogy faithfully, too.
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!

I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;
I know all the names of each youth in my stake!

I read to my children!
I help all my neighbors!
I bless the community, too, with my labors.

I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;
My visiting teaching is done the first day!

(I also go do it for someone who missed hers.
It’s the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)

I chart resolutions and check off each goal;
I seek each “lost lamb” on my Primary roll.

I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …

I write in my journal!
I sing in the choir!
Each day, I write “thank you’s” to those I admire.
My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!
My kids get straight A's!
And their bedrooms are clean!
I have a home business to help make some money;
I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.

I go to the temple at least once a week;
I change the car’s tires!
I fix the sink’s leak!

I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;
I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.

I make sure I rotate our two-years’ supply;
My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
These things are not hard;
It’s good if you do them;
You can if you try!
Just set goals and pursue them!
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!

It’s easy!” she said …

… and then she dropped dead.

Reminder to all the Ladies!

"You have been born at this time for a sacred and glorious purpose. It is not by chance that you have been reserved to come to earth in this last dispensation of the fulness of times. Your birth at this particular time was foreordained in the eternities. “You are to be the royal daughters of the Lord in the last days. You are ‘youth of the noble birthright.'" - Ezra Taft Benson

When God created woman

When the good Lord creating Mothers He was into His 6th day of "overtime" when an angel came by and said "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord answered: "Have you read the spec on this order?
She must be washable, but not plastic,
Have more than 180 movable parts... all replaceable.
Run on left-over's,
Have a lap that disappears when she stands up,
A kiss that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart
And six pairs of hands"
The angel shook Her head slowly "Six pairs of hands....no way!"
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," The Lord said, "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers are supposed to have."
"And this is the standard model?! "
The Lord nodded, "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks "What's going on in there?" when she already knows. Another here at the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course, the ones here at the front that can look at a child when they goof up and say, "I understand and I love you" with out so much as uttering a word.
"Lord," The angel said, touching His sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow..."
"I won't," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something so close to myself"
"Already I have one who cures herself when sick... can feed a family of 6 on one pound of hamburger... and can get a 9 yr old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model very slowly, "She's too soft." She said.
"But tough!" the Lord said excitedly, "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure."
"Can she think?" the angel asked.
The Lord answered "Not only can she think, she can reason and compromise."
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 isn't a leak," said the Lord "....it's a tear"
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
And the Lord said:
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride"
"You are a genius ," the angel said.
The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there"
-Original Author: Erma Bombeck

Woman has strengths that amazes man.
She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens.
She holds happiness, love and opinions.
She smiles when feeling like screaming.
She sings when she feels like crying,
She cries when she is happy
and laughs when she is afraid.
She fights for what she believes in.
Stands up against injustice.
She doesn't take "no" for an answer, when she can see a better solution.
She gives herself so her family can thrive.
She takes her friend to the doctor if she is afraid.
Her love is unconditional.
She cries when her kids are victorious.
She is happy when her friends do well.
She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding.
Her heart is broken when a next of kin or friend dies.
But she finds the strength to get on with life.
She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.
There is only one thing wrong with her
She forgets what she is worth...
Pass this on to your lady friends to remind them how fantastic they are....
Pass it on to males you know too. Sometimes they need to be reminded..!!!

LDS STRESS

Why LDS Women Stress
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
As Latter-day Saint women, we are practically obsessed with anxiously engaging ourselves in good causes. Maybe it's subliminal. J

Glancing through the hymnal last Sunday I noted that as sisters in Zion, we who are called to serve are all enlisted to go marching, marching forward because the world has need of willing men to all press on scattering sunshine. We wonder if we have done any good in the world today because we have been given much and want to do what is right, keep the commandments, press forward with the Saints, choose the right, and put our shoulders to the wheel going where He wants us to go. However, as the morning breaks high on the mountain top, truth reflects upon our senses, and while we still believe that sweet is the work, we also realize that we have work enough to do ere the sun goes down.
And thus we ask Thee ere we part, where can we turn for peace?

Mothers Who Know.

Another great talk I will never forget!

Mothers Who Know!