(Please listen to the entire song and inspirational message)
Mothers throughout history have been worshipped, revered, analyzed and even criticized. Every one of us was created through the wondrous workings of a woman's body; each of us has a mother. But being a mother is more than a biological concept. In India, women who are profoundly nurturing, compassionate, and wise are publicly acknowledged by the title "Holy Mother." Those who have never met their biological mothers often have mothers nonetheless in adoptive parents, relations, and friends. There are human mothers and spiritual mothers, Mother Earth, and mother goddesses. The role of a mother is infinitely complex and one of pure tenderness, compassion, and unflagging loyalty. The mother represents fertility, stability, creation, and sacrifice.
Our mothers determine who we become because they are not only the life givers, but the most influential person in our young lives. Before we are old enough to understand that influence, mothers give us the beginnings of our spirituality and value systems. A mother lauds accomplishment and ignores minor faults, she both teaches and shields her children from misfortune, and hides her own tears, preferring to laugh so her children can laugh with her. She is both a sharer of grief and a healer of many pains. And every mother gives of herself knowing that someday her progeny will leave her. For these reasons and more, motherhood is a sacred institution, not limited by narrow constraints. It is also not unusual to seek the guidance of a mother in a wise woman or a grandmother because each woman is taught to be a mother by her own mother, whether she chooses to have children or not. Other ways to see Mother is to find a source of motherly nurturing in the earth, which gives us so much and demands little in return. Earth mother continually blesses us with her bounty and we are even born and eventually go back to the universal mother
The definition is necessarily broad because mothers of all types exist in part to put a smooth veneer on the rough edges of life for those they love. A mother never stops growing, never stops becoming more motherly. Though some may argue that a mother is a woman who gives life with her womb and nourishment with her breast, it is important to remember that a mother, any mother, is also one who gives life with her tenderness and nourishment with her love.
My Mother
This wreath is layed in Honor and Memory of:
my mother;
Carol Anne Downs, LaPoint
My mom died 25April 1993 at the age of 54 having been taken from pancriatic cancer. It was a short battle, but one she lost. She was an outstanding lady.She was a mother, sister, grandmother, and a special friend to most people who knew her. She is one of three sisters, a grandmother to four, a mother of two, a wife of one, a freind to many, and a hero to me.
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Born in 1939, in St.Johnsbury, Vermont,
Raised and remained there her entire life. Educated and an Academy graduate class of 57'. Married Ashley "Hap" LaPoint 28 September 1957, had a daughter Lori L Fleurie (LaPoint) in 1961 and adopted me in 1965 at the age of 2 1/2 years, and I will forever be thankfull for this blessing in my life. She enjoyed the small town lifestyle that her community offered, dining out, her career, knitting, recreational camping, and her family, as there was nothing more important in her life. She was known and loved by many, a friend to most, and an outstanding mother.
Her favorite flower was the Yellow Rose...
My mom was a special lady and a strong influance in my life, as are most mothers. She always could see through my facades, and new the truth about things I would try and slip past her. But through it all, my mom loved me and stood by me in any situation. My character, strenghts, beliefs and values are all owed to her. I did have the opportunity to say goodbye and tell her I Love Her, as hard as it was, I am thankful for that opportunity, and am so ever greatful, that her passing was not one of long suffering. I have nothing but the fondest memories of the finest Woman / Mother, I ever had the pleasure of knowing.
This is a little something for you mom...
In tears we saw you sinking; and watched you pass away,
Our hearts were almost broken; we wanted you to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping; so peaceful, free from pain,
How could we wish you back with us; to suffer that again.
It broke my heart to lose you; but you did not go alone,
For part of me went with you; the day God took you home.
If roses grow in heaven; Lord pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my mothers arms; and say they're from me.
Tell her I love her, and I miss her,
and when she turns to smile
Place a kiss upon her cheek; and hold her awhile.
Because remembering her is easy; I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart,
that will never go away..
Just think of her as resting, from the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort, where there are no days or years.
Think how she must be wishing, that we could know today,
Now, nothing but our sadness, can really pass away..
And think of her as living; in the hearts of those she touched,
For nothing loved is ever lost; and she is loved, ever so much...
In rememberance, your ever loving son...
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