Mothers day, mothers are wonderful.

The history of Mothering Sunday.

Most Sundays in the year church goers would worship at their nearest parish or “daughter church”.In olden times it was considered important for people to return to their home or “mother” church at least once a year. So each year in the middle of Lent, everyone would visit their “mother” church. As the return to the “mother” church became an occasion for family reunions when children who were working away from home returned. (It was quite common in those days for children to leave home to work in service from ten years of age.)  historians think that it was this return to the “Mother” church which led to the tradition of children, particularly those working as domestic servants, or as apprentices, being given the day off to visit their mother and family. This special day has now become a time when people give thanks to their mothers and offers an opportunity to express both love and thanks for the work that they do.

mothers are  wonderful despite any hardships or physical capacities, And throughout all of her hard work, no one  should ever see  her fall apart.

Research has shown that people live longer when they are surrounded by people they  love. We are beings that thrive in community and it is not healthy to deny ourselves human contact. For people that live alone, even a pet has been shown to increase the life span for as much as five to seven years. Those of us that have  been blessed with family have been given a gift and should except that gift.  They can join you in time of celebration, lonely moments hard times through hardship and in times of tragedy. Having a family to support you as you go through life is of monumental importance always keep your family close despite highs and lows ins and outs family is family and should always be guarded with a river of unconditional love surrounding them always , as mine taught me.

This is to my mom with love.

There is a woman who always keeps  her head up high, It’s my mother, Her eyes sparkle like aMother bright star in the sky with  pride  and admiration towards me, She has the stamina, beauty, and courage that one could admire, Even the love  and happiness that one has to inspire, She is a woman who one can always count on , its my mother

She’s  a woman that sees no wrong , Her beauty shines from the  inside out, It flows like a journey down a long route. Her smile shines beautifully like the sun rising over the horizon, And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard work are not surprising its my mother. My role “model” Is beautiful in body and soul, she taught me to Have courage  for the great sorrows of life along the dusty roads, and patience for the small ones, She is a genuinely caring woman who goes the extra mile , Always holding family close to heart no matter what. she keeps it real, she tells no lies that are hidden in an ocean of deceit. she reveal’s them all and I trust her words sometimes wishing the truth were lies but she showed no regret And I held no grudges as she taught me that’s my mother.  I can’t Thank her enough!

There’s no one else who grant’s the same soft place. She gives contentment and sweet release of people’s problems erasing them for just enough time for them to think clearly… and still now whatever fear, stress, or  pain might go to anger. I now that underneath the storm I always have her love.  when I have  accomplished my daily tasks  I think of her knowing  that someone is always there for me its my mother… and with that she will  have unconditional never-ending love returned always thank you mother … those who die and yet do not perish, live on you are

Written by Joanne Wellington                                             

Copyright © 2010,2015 Joanne Wellington All Rights Reserved.

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