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   <title><![CDATA[Dang Sand!!! : oh thats so sweet but why is it...]]></title>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>Author:</strong> <a href="https://www.ohbaby.co.nz/forum/member_profile.asp?PF=16223">my2angels</a><br /><strong>Subject:</strong> 5686<br /><strong>Posted:</strong> 13 February 2007 at 1:05pm<br /><br />oh thats so sweet but why is it in all these types of things someone needs to die. ]]>
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   <title><![CDATA[Dang Sand!!! : ok jess are trying to make me...]]></title>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>Author:</strong> <a href="https://www.ohbaby.co.nz/forum/member_profile.asp?PF=10278">james</a><br /><strong>Subject:</strong> 5686<br /><strong>Posted:</strong> 13 February 2007 at 12:44pm<br /><br />ok jess are trying to make me cry<img border="0" src="https://www.ohbaby.co.nz/forum/smileys/smiley19.gif" border="0"> ]]>
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   <title><![CDATA[Dang Sand!!! : BEING A MOTHER   After 21 years...]]></title>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>Author:</strong> <a href="https://www.ohbaby.co.nz/forum/member_profile.asp?PF=2">Guests</a><br /><strong>Subject:</strong> 5686<br /><strong>Posted:</strong> 13 February 2007 at 11:57am<br /><br />BEING A MOTHER<br /><br /><br />After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out<br />to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other<br />woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."<br /><br />The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mother, who has<br />been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three<br />children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.<br /><br />That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.<br />"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?<br />My Mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a<br />surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.<br /><br />"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you, "I<br />responded "just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and<br />then said, "I would like that very much."<br /><br />That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit<br />nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed<br />to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on.<br />She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to<br />celebrate her last wedding anniversary.<br /><br />She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my<br />friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were<br />impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear<br />about our meeting." We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,<br />was very nice and cozy. My Mother took my arm as if she were the First<br />Lady.<br /><br />Afte r we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read<br />large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw<br />Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her li ps.<br />"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small, "she<br />said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I<br />responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing<br />extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We<br />talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house<br />later, she said, "I'll go out wit h you again, but only if you let me<br />invite you." I agreed. "How was your dinner date?"<br />asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice, Much more so than I could<br />have imagined," I answered.<br /><br />A few days later, my Mother died of a massive heart attack.<br /><br />It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for<br />her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a<br />restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined. An<br />attached note<br />said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be<br />there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the<br />other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.<br />I love you, son."<br /><br />At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I love<br />YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in<br />life is m ore important than your family. Give them the time they<br />deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."<br /><br />Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after<br />you've had a baby.... somebody doesn't know that once you're a Mother ,<br />"normal" is history.<br /><br />Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the<br />first....somebody doesn't have two or more children. Somebody said the<br />hardest part of being a Mother is labor and delivery....somebody never<br />watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten<br />...or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."<br /><br />Somebody said a Mother can stop worrying after her child gets married<br />....somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or<br />daughter-in-law to a Mother's heartstrings. Somebody said a Mother's<br />job is don e when her last child leaves home....somebody never had<br />grandchildren. Somebody said your Mother knows you love her, so you<br />don't need to tell her....somebody isn't a Mother.<br /><br />Pass this along to all the "Mothers " in your life and to everyone who<br />ever had a mother.<br />This isn't just about being a Mother; it's about appreciating the<br />people in your lives while you have them....no matter who that person<br />is.<br /><br />Watch your Thoughts, they become words.<br />Watch your words, they become actions<br />Watch your actions, they become habits.<br />Watch your Habits, they become character.<br />Watch your Character, for it becomes your Destiny!]]>
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