In Tribute to Mothers

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A little boy went up to his mother and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. This is what it said:

– For cutting the grass: $5.00
– For cleaning my room this week: $1.00
– For going to the store for you: $.50
– Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
– Taking out the garbage: $1.00
– For getting a good report card: $5.00
– For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there expectantly, and you could see the memories flashing through her mind. So she picked up the pen, turned over the paper he’d written on, and this is what she wrote:
– For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me, no charge.
– For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored you and prayed for you, no charge.
– For all the trying times, and all the tears through the years, there’s no charge.
– For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead, no charge.
– For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose, there’s no charge, son.
– And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is no charge.

When he finished reading what his mother had written, there were great big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.” And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: “ALREADY PAID.”

 

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you! Thank you for being the best Mom ever!

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Happy Mother’s Day!

A TRIBUTE TO ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE! (And especially my wonderful mom!)

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud. 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. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was covered 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, etc.

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 I do all day?’ ’Yes,’ was his incredulous reply.

She answered, ’Well, today I didn’t do it.’