Yesteryears, where have they gone? Memories run through my mind back in time , of this childhood when he was mine.
Mothers see far beyond immaturity, messy rooms, poor grades, and wrong choices. They see their sons and daughters not as they are, but as they are becoming.
The making of a man begins in a mother's arms and at a mothers knee.
What first comes to your mind when you think of your mom?
It's the little things. Holding after getting hurt, cookies and a note, a 1:1 drive to the store, a conversation of intent listening.
Clearly defined, consistent boundaries (not barriers).
I will encircle thee in the arms of my love D&C 6:20 (mothers love)
Wherever mom was, that was my favorite room. That was usually where I went. P36
The Home is where mother is. Mother Teresa
She believed it, lived it, and passed it on to her son.
The Lord lost my list of expected blessings and replaced it with one of his own... I began to realize that the Lord's list of blessings wasn't that different from my own.
What stood out was her expression of joyful abundance as she leaned forward occasionally to look over her family, as it to be reassured of her wealth. Sitting in her same red silk dress, her face reflecting her inexpressible joy. 48
We read the scriptures at the dinner table before we eat.
She was a strict disciplinarian, and we always knew that when she told us to do anything she meant it. GA Smith
"A promise is a sacred thing, do not haste to make it. For once a promise has been made, you must be sure to keep it."
I know that my mom has been on her knees every day for me.
Provide opportunities for children to recognize the feelings of the spirit.
Loyalty. My mom is very loyal to my dad. She values his judgment and his opinion. Cheerful acceptance of her husband's leadership. Complete faith in him.
Parents who are loyal and loving to each other provide a great sense of strength and security for their children. The boys love it when we kiss, hug, and go on dates. They smile-- they are now the kissing nazis who make sure we kiss before Mike leaves for work.
Support, prayer, and letters an extra measure of strength for the battle on the front lines (when kids have moved out and are on their own)
Living in the world, but walking out of time. Stepping to his quiet drumming.
Who and Whose are they really?
My mother's trust in me was like bands of steel that could not be broken. I could not think of disappointing my mother.
God bless the mothers of today as they prepare the latter-day stripling warriors of tomorrow!
What a contrast between books and how I feel after reading them. Yesterday I read about the Chinese Tiger Mother. Constantly yelling at her two daughters. Blood pressure high, stress levels to the max, contention, disarray, lack of harmony and peace. Where's the loving mother/daughter bond with this cold, demanding drill sergeant? One daughter confident but doesn't know how to have fun, the other broken, lacking confidence, and fighting so hard to be her own self.
Contrast this to the faithful, strong, dependable "mediocre" athlete/student/musician missionaries who were nurtured and shaped by their mothers. The respect, admiration, and love they feel for their mothers and consequently toward humanity.
One book is of oppression at the expense of happiness in agency. The other is training a child in which to go and not departing from it. It's great to have a "successful" child based on the world's standards but not at the expense of having a well-adjusted and Successful child who knows who they are, knows who we all are, and contributes to the happiness of our Heavenly Father's children.
The kind of Mother I hope to be: Kind. Gentle. Soft-spoken. Sweet. Nurturing. Supportive. Caring. Still. Peaceful. Tender. Warm. Loving. Prayerful. Strong. Clear. Assertive. Strict. Teacher. Expectations. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Fun. I don't ever want to yell at my children, intentionally hurt their feelings, or disappoint them. I hope to have a strong tie and connection with them. To build a lasting and eternal relationship of trust, belief, love, and compassion. I want to be the kind of mother my kids want to be around. I want the room I'm in to be their favorite room. I want them to want to be with me forever, out of respect, love, and enjoyment, not resentment, obligation and fear.
The making of a man begins in a mother's arms and at a mothers knee.
What first comes to your mind when you think of your mom?
It's the little things. Holding after getting hurt, cookies and a note, a 1:1 drive to the store, a conversation of intent listening.
Clearly defined, consistent boundaries (not barriers).
I will encircle thee in the arms of my love D&C 6:20 (mothers love)
Wherever mom was, that was my favorite room. That was usually where I went. P36
The Home is where mother is. Mother Teresa
She believed it, lived it, and passed it on to her son.
The Lord lost my list of expected blessings and replaced it with one of his own... I began to realize that the Lord's list of blessings wasn't that different from my own.
What stood out was her expression of joyful abundance as she leaned forward occasionally to look over her family, as it to be reassured of her wealth. Sitting in her same red silk dress, her face reflecting her inexpressible joy. 48
We read the scriptures at the dinner table before we eat.
She was a strict disciplinarian, and we always knew that when she told us to do anything she meant it. GA Smith
"A promise is a sacred thing, do not haste to make it. For once a promise has been made, you must be sure to keep it."
I know that my mom has been on her knees every day for me.
Provide opportunities for children to recognize the feelings of the spirit.
Loyalty. My mom is very loyal to my dad. She values his judgment and his opinion. Cheerful acceptance of her husband's leadership. Complete faith in him.
Parents who are loyal and loving to each other provide a great sense of strength and security for their children. The boys love it when we kiss, hug, and go on dates. They smile-- they are now the kissing nazis who make sure we kiss before Mike leaves for work.
Support, prayer, and letters an extra measure of strength for the battle on the front lines (when kids have moved out and are on their own)
Living in the world, but walking out of time. Stepping to his quiet drumming.
Who and Whose are they really?
My mother's trust in me was like bands of steel that could not be broken. I could not think of disappointing my mother.
God bless the mothers of today as they prepare the latter-day stripling warriors of tomorrow!
What a contrast between books and how I feel after reading them. Yesterday I read about the Chinese Tiger Mother. Constantly yelling at her two daughters. Blood pressure high, stress levels to the max, contention, disarray, lack of harmony and peace. Where's the loving mother/daughter bond with this cold, demanding drill sergeant? One daughter confident but doesn't know how to have fun, the other broken, lacking confidence, and fighting so hard to be her own self.
Contrast this to the faithful, strong, dependable "mediocre" athlete/student/musician missionaries who were nurtured and shaped by their mothers. The respect, admiration, and love they feel for their mothers and consequently toward humanity.
One book is of oppression at the expense of happiness in agency. The other is training a child in which to go and not departing from it. It's great to have a "successful" child based on the world's standards but not at the expense of having a well-adjusted and Successful child who knows who they are, knows who we all are, and contributes to the happiness of our Heavenly Father's children.
The kind of Mother I hope to be: Kind. Gentle. Soft-spoken. Sweet. Nurturing. Supportive. Caring. Still. Peaceful. Tender. Warm. Loving. Prayerful. Strong. Clear. Assertive. Strict. Teacher. Expectations. Energetic. Enthusiastic. Fun. I don't ever want to yell at my children, intentionally hurt their feelings, or disappoint them. I hope to have a strong tie and connection with them. To build a lasting and eternal relationship of trust, belief, love, and compassion. I want to be the kind of mother my kids want to be around. I want the room I'm in to be their favorite room. I want them to want to be with me forever, out of respect, love, and enjoyment, not resentment, obligation and fear.
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