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Sunday, 13 May 2012 04:56 |
by Deborah Ann Belka
Sometimes as mothers, we are not appreciated and over the years . . . our love has depreciated. But, no matter what . . . our kids feel about us today they are still our pride . . . and our joy on this day. We did what was best, with what we once knew we loved them so very much as they matured and grew. They didn't always like us, and often made us cry . . . for to be a mother it is hard to keep our eyes dry. We raised them to be adults, to respect, to love, to share and often they reminded us that we weren't always fair. To be a mother takes work, it is not an easy simple job and so often later on in life our child comes back to rob. To rob us of our worth, our actions and our views and to remind us that is why from our life, they withdrew. If you have a black sheep, like one of my children is to me then I pray that one day God will heal and set them free! Copyright 2012 Deborah Ann Belka
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