Mother's Day - Some thoughts from a mother...

My child I gave life to you; I held you in my arms, a prescious gift indeed.
Everything I wanted to give to you, I wanted to do right to you!
And then life happened, life with it's twists and turns...
Unpredictable life, lesson's to be learned, re-acting to situations as they were thrown at me.
I did not choose these lessons my child, but I always tried to do my best as I knew how.
My best might not have been enough for you, but you will, may be, do everything better with your child... until life throws it's lessons at you...
So when you when you think of your mother today, remember: She ALWAYS tried her best!

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers!

c J Schulte-Zurhausen 13.May 2012

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