A Mother’s Love
"Do you like my dress?" she asked of a passing stranger.
"My mommy made it just for me." She said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?"
With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered.
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away."
"Well, now," said the lady, "with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right back."
"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears, "my Daddy said that she's up in heaven now with Grandfather."
Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and why she was crying. Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little girl did something that the woman thought was a bit strange. She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.
She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper. It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a very small bird.
After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady, "My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying and it would make me stop."
"See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!"
As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve, "Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?"
Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, "Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here," pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here,"
"Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry."
Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress, no, she was looking at a Mother... Who knew that she was going away and would not be there to kiss away the hurts that she knew her daughter would get.
So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put them into this dress, that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress.
She saw a child wrapped...in her Mother's love.
© Author Unknown
Happy Mother's Day!
Music: 'Pachelbel Canon' © Bruce DeBoer
May 8th, 2012 - 01:47
It went right throught my heart ….thanks….
May 8th, 2012 - 08:04
They say “The Paradise is under the feet of our Mothers!” which means it’s very crucial to treat our Mothers very tenderly, gently with great love, deep respect never saying painful words or venting one’s splin on them; we ought to help, support, be patient all our life. They r sacred people. We just in our busy life…full of different problems that carry us away tend to forget all these essencial things.
They do so much 4 us, they r ready to sacrifice all themselves so that we could have certain things, so that we could be happy, safe and sound!
The above-mentioned little story is very though-provoking, heart-warming! It teaches and shows a lot!!! After reading it one needs no explanations, no comments. It’s so simple but so important. One should appreciate, love, respect, cherish, help his Mother while she is by his side in this life. Tell them “I Love U, Mom! Kiss them, cruddle them more often, tell all the important words U gotta tell. Each painful, unpleasant word of yours is like a knife into their heart, yes, they try not to show their tears, their scruples suppressing them inside them.
They R AMAZING, WONDERFUL, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, THE MOST PRECIOUS PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. WE Can’t measure their LOVE, The LOVE TOWARDs their child…….