Dear Mom,
I know I've told you this before, on more than one occasion but today I feel the want and desire to say it again. I love you! I can't afford a gift for you but then I know you well enough to know that you would much prefer a gift from the heart than any a million dollars could buy. So this page is my gift to you, what better than what seems to be my life these days - the internet, web pages, and graphics!

On the day I came into your life I had no idea on earth the effect you would have on my life. I know we've had our trying times over the years but looking back now would not give up a one of them. What we've been threw together, what we've shared, what we've had are all the things that have made us who we are today. Some may not appreciate what that means but between you and I (and the rest of the world now) I think that we've both turned out pretty good.

You've been there for me to heal the scrapes, mend the wounds, make me laugh, and share my tears. You taught me how to cook and clean - ok so now their not my favorite things to do but at least I do know how. You brought me up to be a lady, the manners and grace I have today I owe to you. We won't discuss the times I falter but you gave me the knowledge and the abilities to be one. You showed me how to be loving and caring, generous and giving. You did your best threw difficult times to make my life a joy and taught me to do the same for others.

I know that if ever I were asked "Who do you admire most?" That person without doubt would be you. You have all the qualities as far as I'm concerned to rate the titles of "Special Person", "Great Lady", and "Terrific Mom" along with many more. I love you with all of my heart and thank God for the day he brought me into your life and I'm taking this opportunity to tell not only you but the entire world too!

Happy Birthday with Love,
faith










Message to All about my Mom:

I would like everyone who reads this to know that my Mom is truely a wonderful person. She over the years has not only given her heart and soul to her children but also everyone (or nearly) who has entered her life. Not to long ago I read a book "On Parenting" by H. Jackson Brown, Jr. while reading this book all I could think was that Mom had read this book years ago, memorized every line and used it on us girls. I would like to share a few parts (no space or time for the whole book as much as I would like) of that book to help you understand at least some of what My Mom is like.

Don't be afraid to be boss. Children are constantly testing, attempting to see how much they can get away with ---how far you will let them go ----and they secretly hope you will not let them go too far.
Ann Landers



Remember that misbehavior is often a child's way of saying,
"Show me that you love me."


Don't let your kids convince you that a balanced meal is a Big Mac in both hands.

If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them and half as much money.

When no great harm will result, let your children do it their way even if you know they are wrong. We learn more from our mistakes than from our successes.

Nothing speaks more loudly to a child than a good parent's quiet example.

Find something to praise in your child every day.

Teach your children respect.



Require your children to do their share of the household chores.

Don't ever be too busy to give your children a hug and a kiss.

Never begin a conversations with a child with, "You always...."

Teach your children the pride, satisfaction, and dignity of any job done well.

In every child who is born, under no matter what circumstances, and of no matter what parents, the potentiality of the human race is born again
James Agee


Keep your promises.

No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.
Florida Scott Maxwell



Let your children pick out their own lunch boxes.

Really listen to your children. Let them know that you understand and empathize with their feelings.

Acknowledge even small improvements.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.