Hey Meno Mommies,

I know i am a few days early but wanted to do this so i could wish every one of you

beautiful meno sisters who are also meno mommies a very Happy Mother's Day

hope each and every one of you have a wonderful day and get great gifts and get to see

all of your children for the day ......Hugs to all my meno sisters Pam

Pam,

Thank you so much for the Mother's Day wish! And I want to wish it back to you as well!! And to all the other Meno Mommy's!!

I hope we all have a fabulous Mother's Day!!

Hugs
Floater

Thanks Pam,

For posting the Mothers day Wish.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY To all the Mothers out there in Memo land. I hope you all have a great day?

From Deb.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!!

Oops, forgit the ' in Mother's....I wish we had an edit button....

Happy Mothers Day to all our dear meno sisters. I also want to extend my thoughts and prayers as well to those who have lost their mom. I am sure she is with you in spirit.

I feel Mothers Day should include all women-even those who do not have children. After all, we all "mother" someone!

thoughts, prayers and hugs to each and every one of you!
Anna



And thanks too, Pam for being so very thoughtful in starting this thread. you are such a sweetie!

What a wonderful thread...... I've been many years without my "mum" and miss her dearly. I know she is here with me in spirit and I live on with her as people say "you sure look like your mother" (((I take that as a compliment))) My mother was a beautiful, funloving women.

I came across this and wanted to share with all you mothers & like Anna said ......even those who haven't had children as we all "mother" someone! Loved that line, Anna.


M is for the millions things she gave me,
O means only that she is growing old,
T is for the tears she shed to save me,
H is for her heart of purest gold,
E is for her eyes with lovelight shining;
R means right, and right she'll always bePut them all together, they spell MOTHER,
A word that means the world to me.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Loganbil

Happy Mother's day to all!

I always get a bit sad about Mother's day, since my own mother took her own life at this time, when I was young. But it also makes me reflect on my own children, who would also be motherless if I hadn't survived my suicide attempts. I will not subject my children to what I went through. Mother's day reminds me that I have a responsibility to the 3 young adults that I have brought into this world. I really do not want to let them down. I don't want them to live with guilt and fear. I want them to see that life is worth fighting for, that children are a blessing and a joy, that goals can be reached, that love is their salvation. That they are the reason that I call myself "mother". Without them, I would be a ghost.

Happy Mother's Day dear Power-Surge Sisters!!!

A mother's patience is like a tube of toothpaste~~~it's never quite all gone.

Motherhood is the greatest privilege of life. (May R. Coker)

Raising children reminds me of stamps. Consider the postage stamp---its usefulness consists of the ability to stick to one thing until it gets there.(Samuel Johnson)

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (1Cor. 13:6-7)

Motherhood is hereditary~~~chances are if your parents didn't have children, you won't either.

Mom, today is Mother's Day, so don't bother with the dishes. Leave them. You can always wash them tomorrow. (From your Kids)

If it was going to be easy to raise kids, it never would have started with something called labor.

The man who remembers what he learned at his mother's knee was probably bent over at the time.

No job can compete with the responsibility of shaping and molding a new human being. (James C. Dobson)

M&M +

happy mother's day:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uYjAra5tYk

Thank Goodness for
Mean Moms

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enoug h to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean?

I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world!

While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.

When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.

And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.

She had to know who our friends were and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.

We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do .

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers,
she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up, they had to come up to the door so she could meet them.

While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced.

None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults, doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

Have a great Mother's Day Everyone!!

Thanks for sharing Cathy .
My daughter is a new mom and I'm passing this on to her. Hopefully she will be a "mean"mom too.
Hugs,
Arla.

Oh, and Happy Mother's Day to everyone too.

I loved your Mean Mom-isms! It's so true. My kids used to think I was a mean mom because if we went somewhere like McDonalds for lunch, which was a treat, not the rule, they still had to drink milk, not soda. I cringe whenever I see a small child with a baby bottle filled with soda instead of juice or milk. And if a boy wanted to take out one of our daughters, they had to come to the house and meet my husband and I. They had to call when they got somewhere. We called to verify that slumber parties were going to be chaperoned by parents.

My two daughters are grown. One was home this weekend with her boyfriend (they live over 4 hours away). I told her instead of buying me something for Mothers Day, she could help me pick out flowers to plant around our mailbox and in barrels. We did that together, and then she planted them. It was lovely. And she and her boyfriend made breakfast.

My other daughter, who lives far away, called and sent me a lovely gift. She is so thoughtful.
After they left that afternoon, I was in what my dad used to call a Blue Funk, the rest of the day. Just sad. I told my husband that Mothers Day was more fun when the kids were little and living at home. They would tell me I had to stay in bed and read the paper while they fixed breakfast. And I would hear them in the kitchen whispering to each other how to fix things, with my husband supervising. I loved the home made cards. And I miss that. They have grown into lovely, thoughtful young women.

On the way to work I was day dreaming that I won the lottery, and what I'd do with that money. I'd buy houses to live nearer to my children, or at least be able to go visit whenever I wanted, and help them in their lives.

Oh well. I have to stay busy and not dwell on it. I'm just hoping for grandchildren one day. And sometimes I wished we'd had more children. For now, I'm thankful for all that we have.

And I still miss my mom, even though she's been gone since 1986 from breast cancer. Somewhow I think she's up there looking down on us, smiling.

WriterkMom