I was a chatterbox when I was a little girl. I am not a little girl anymore and I am now more of a listener than a speaker! I think I share my thoughts and feelings better in written than verbal.
I am so thankful for God's creation and the beauty that He has blessed us with. I am thankful for good wholesome music that brings good feelings to me.
I am so thankful for being able to listen freely to the music and songs that I like, on the internet. And as I listen to them this morning, my thought went particularly to this picture that I took in Penang.
Heavenly Father loves us and only wants our happiness.
Except for the brown spots on their peels, they are not over-ripe. I prefer these than the complete yellow peels. These are softer and sweeter. We got all of these for $1.
Someone passed me a folded note and said it was for me. That was last Sunday.
I have a secret grandson! I was too stupid not to think that the bottom S.G. means Secret Grandson until I have searched in vain the names of the children of our branch members and told Mike about it. I asked the sister who passed me the note if she had receive a similar note. She is a mother too. She did not receive any folded note. She couldn't be lying! I didn't ask other Sisters, even though I wondered.
Mike said it would be more fun that I don't know who S.G. was. It could have been one of the Primary's activity. So I didn't ask anymore about what was going on. It was supposed to be secret.
During the following week, I came to the decision of putting a MRinggit note into an ang-pow (red packet) as an appreciation, and I would give to whoever who acted as the liaison, middle-person, whatever you call, to pass to my Secret Grandson. I forgot about the ang-pow packet until we were on the road to church this morning. And we didn't drive back for that either. Furthermore I didn't have that red packet ready either.
After their presentation of the song (that I have embedded from YouTube)
the children passed out the following things to all the mothers:
(1) a kitkat
and (2) a plague
This is a special day because a family member gave me a rose! Thanks, Roger!
I miss my own children. Even though we got to communicate, I still think of them and their well-beings often. And in my heart I pray that they are always well and happy.
This day, I think of my mother. She has been gone 2-1/2 years. It was only when I became a mother myself and experienced her situations, that I could really comprehend and appreciate what she was going through, felt and what she did.
I think she wouldn't like the pictures that I posted of her here. She would say she is old and not good looking. These pictures were taken in her last 2 years of her life on the earth. When we were growing up, my mother took very good care of all of us. There were 5 of us. We hardly got sick and the nurse told my mother that our medical records are 'clean' because we hardly go to the clinic, apart from the necessary vaccinations.
October 2005: Mum, Yours truly and Mum's eldest grandchild. There is a special bondage between Grandmother and her eldest Granddaughter
Grandmother and her youngest Grandson.
She was Great Grandma to Jenna (the youngest of her 2 great grandchildren).
Elder M. Russell Ballard on mothering: "There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each mother and each family. Many are able to be “full-time moms,” at least during the most formative years of their children’s lives, and many others would like to be. Some may have to work part-or full-time; some may work at home; some may divide their lives into periods of home and family and work. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else." “Daughters of God,” Ensign, May 2008, 108–10
Pearl S. Buck: "Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together."
To all the mothers who are reading this post: Happy Mother's Day! God bless.
