What Are The Things Most Precious, Remembered By Your Mother?
Could it be the day God chose her to be your Mother?
Do her memories begin with the first day she gently held your hand? Maybe its the day you sat alone or took your very first step? There was your first tooth and the funny face you made when first tasting something sour. Could it be that first birthday, as she realized just how quickly a year could go by? Watching you walk out the door on your first day of school, I am sure, brought tears to her eyes.
As the years passed, there was always so much to do. Some days just flew by in a flurry of diapers, meals, laundry, skinned knees, homework, bath time, and all the other little jobs that are subtitled under the title of Mother.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, this grown child stands before her and she wonders how the years have melted away so quickly. What now are her most cherished memories?
They begin with the softness of your face and the very scent of you. She cherishes the memory of your smile. She remembers the look on your face when you first looked up and saw her return and the warmth of your tiny arms around her neck at bedtime. She remembers every tear and every giggle. She remembers your tiny hand held tightly in hers as you walked those years together. She remembers the prints of those little hands on her walls and smiles.
Most of all, she remembers being your world and the endless love you have shared, marveling at its ability to withstand a lifetime.
As the years unfold, your success will be her success, she will always be your Mother, and you will always be her world.
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by Eugenia S. Hunt
Open to the heart,
Joys of planted seeds,
Store of love abundant,
Steadfast, their soul to feed.
A smile bringing sunshine,
As a child enjoying play;
Lighting all around them,
Rain clouds brushed away.
Gathering loved ones near,
Protecting from the wild,
As a bear for her cub,
Shows love for her child.
No greater love than this,
I find there is no other;
Sharing within the heart,
The Love of every mother!
What Do We Hold Most Dear?
My sister and I are very fortunate that we still have our mother with us. She will be eighty-four years old this year, on May 4, and is able to live alone in her own home.
When I was young, my maternal grandmother lived with us so there were three generations of women under the same roof for the first fourteen years of my life. It was good for my sister and me to be able to know our grandmother so intimately.
We always knew, when arriving home, either our mother or our grandmother would be there to greet us. I thought of this often as a foster mother to children who usually had no idea where their mother was and had never known this sense of security.
So, as I reminisce, I hold most dear the knowledge that my mother loved me, was always there for me, and loves me still, though I am a grandmother myself.
A Mother's Peace
MY TIME WITH GOD by Eugenia S. Hunt
The quiet surrounds me
As the storm builds in the distance.
The hazy glow of the sun
Setting off to the west,
Its light slowly fading
As in rest from a long day.
The clouds roll in softly
With their promise of showers.
Quietly, at first, the droplets begin,
Leaving tiny circles on the sand.
The scent of a summer storm
Drifts softly into my senses.
In this moment, I feel peace,
As the gentle breeze carries the rain,
Renewing the land on which I stand
And breathing life back into its soil.
Such is my time with God.
The peace, the quiet, the renewal
Of a soul tired from daily trials.
Nurtured by His love of promise,
Strengthened by His touch
To a human heart slowly beating,
Carrying me along the paths
Of my walk with Him.
As A Mother Myself
What Memories Do I Cherish?
As the mother of five grown children, I have so many wonderful memories of motherhood, it is very hard to know where to begin to count my blessings.
First, I feel so blessed to have my children. There was a time doctors said we wouldn't have children of our own. Just a few short months after this diagnosis, I found I was expecting our first child. I remember my father making the statement, "Well, anything I ever told her not to do is the very thing she went out and did, so I'm not surprised at all!"
Then he looked at me seriously and said, "I hope you are ready, Gal, because you will have this child for the rest of your life."
I did not realize the magnitude of that statement at the time but now I do very well. Even now, I come out fighting when anyone hurts one of my children, though they are all adults.
I remember my grandmother trying to get my father to eat a bite or two of the apple pie she had made for him. She was ninety-two, using a walker to stand. He was almost seventy and dying of cancer. He couldn't eat and she was so upset. After she left the room, he asked me why she was trying to make him eat when he couldn't. I thought for a moment and then answered, "Daddy, you will always be her baby. It really doesn't matter how old you are."
As a mother, you will know no love like it. You will find no worry to equal it. And, you will find no greater pride than when your child is successful.
Motherhood has taught me to lean on God when I felt inadequate both for my needs and for the needs of my children. I also learned from the experience that God knows what is best for you and will see that you receive, when the time is right.
So, what do I cherish? I cherish the experience of motherhood, the memories, the lessons, the worry, the love, and the lifetime I share with my children.
The Man In My Dreams
by Eugenia S. Hunt
When I gaze into the eyes of my child,
I catch a glimpse that brings a smile,
Behind the twinkle, under the lid,
A rainbow of dreams as he stands amid
The memories made in the blink of my eye,
Lofty heights before him, poised to fly.
But what holds me to this time and place,
Is the realization I find in his face.
As I stand and watch among the crowd,
I find myself understandably proud.
It happened so quickly, as in God's Plan,
The child before me has become a Man!
One Flaw In Women
What Is The Worth Of A Woman?
Women have strengths that amaze.....
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their family and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR OWN WORTH.
by Eugenia S. Hunt
What are the things remembered
More precious than another?
Could it be the day God chose
Your mother to be your mother?
Beginning, maybe, with the way
She first gently held your hand.
The day you finally sat alone,
Or, on wobbly legs, could stand.
Your first birthday came so soon,
How quickly passed a year,
Then out the door you rushed,
And mother hid her tears.
So sure she only blinked her eyes
Amazing as it seems,
But standing there before her
Is the infant of her dreams.
The memory, the softness of your face,
The very scent of you.
Cherished memories of your smile,
Your tears, and giggles, too.
When all you needed daily
While curled up on her knee,
That she was your whole world
And all the world could see.
The total trust of your tiny hand
Clasped tightly within hers,
The endless love you have shared,
Its strength in her heart stirs.
Your success will always be
Her success, like no other,
You will always be her world,
She will always be your mother.
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Who Is Mom To The Zoo?
Born in the small town of Pendleton, South Carolina, in 1950, I was the oldest of two, five years my sister's senior. It was a wonderful place to grow up where the entire town raised its children. I was always surrounded by people who loved and looked out for me. I graduated from High School with the same people who were in my kindergarten class. At 59, my childhood friends are still my friends. I feel so fortunate to have known such a childhood.
After college, I worked at Clemson University until May 1972. At that time, I married and lived in Glyfada, 22 miles from Athens, Greece for two years...via USAF. We then moved to North Dakota for another two years before returning to South Carolina.
We divorced after 16 years and two children. I married my best friend two years later and moved to Florida in 1988 and together we have raised my husband's son and daughter and my son and daughter...one federal officer, one "stay at home" mother and wife, one sixth grade school teacher, and the other, after working for Florida Power and Light since age 19, is now with AT&T. In 1996, I adopted my step daughter. We are blessed with four grandsons and one granddaughter.
In 1999, we became foster parents with the Children's Home Society and had a number of children under our roof in the next 5 years. In 2001, we adopted a 13 year old girl, whom we first met at the age of 11, and is now 22. I also have spent more time in a courtroom than I care to think about, fighting for the rights of the children in our care. In 2004, I turned in my license so that I could be a full time Mom to our special needs daughter and keep our infant granddaughter five days a week while her mother was teaching.
Bill, my husband, is a retired USAF Air Traffic Controller. He is now working out of the country, on Ascension Island, with Computer Science Raytheon, as their chief controller, contracted out of Patrick AFB, Florida. This enables him to continue to do the job he loves, air traffic, and aid the military. He flies in and out on furlough and I handle things here at home. I jokingly call myself a Single Married Woman.
Actually, I am a retired Accountant/Credit Manager, now a housewife, where I enjoy writing, singing, piano, and sewing. I have had numerous poems and short stories published and have sung in churches and for church organizations for years, as well as weddings, a couple of variety shows, and even at my daughter's, and later my son's, weddings, one of the hardest things I have EVER done. We are members of Riverside Baptist church where I am a soloist and a member of the Women's Bible Study Group.
And, last but not least, we have two singing dogs. Raven is a thirteen year old Skipperkee/Chow with bucked teeth and attitude and Whisper, our nine pound, twelve year old poodle, who thinks himself a Doberman.
I have been Mom To The Zoo since the morning after our wedding. My friend, Lee, who was staying with our four children and two dogs answered the phone from a sound sleep, "Hunt Zoo, Zookeeper Speaking."
My life has involved many changes and avenues that I would never have dreamed of and has given me challenges that I never thought I was equal to. But, I have found that God has a plan and, if you follow His lead, you can handle anything he puts in your hands. However, you have to first learn to listen to Him. No matter what we want from life, it must come in His time. He has given my husband and me more than we could have began to imagine back in high school and we have found that what we thought was so important for our futures back then was nothing to what we have done so far. I have learned from our foster children, to look forward to the future and the next challenge with enthusiasm and excitement. If they can trust and love us after what the world has dealt them, we can surely tackle whatever lies ahead with ease. Life is a series of learning experiences and I continue to find life to be both a challenge and a joy which grows with each passing year. I learn more and more about myself with each passing day!