Happy Mother’s Day to my mother and my sweet mother in law! What a blessing you both have been. The roles you continue to play in our lives cannot be measured. Who we are today is a great product of what you did yesterday. God bless you both! We love you and trust God that you will continue to enjoy the fruits of your labor of love! May you live long to see the greatness of your children/ grandchildren to the glory of God! We celebrate you and call you blessed among women! Congratulations to all mothers. None will miss out on the blessings of the awesome privilege of motherhood! Hope you love I’m not the sweet Mom next door I’m the crazy bitch down the street shirt.
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Happy Mother’s Day! I hope you have a wonderful day today. I know it can sometimes be bitter-sweet if we’re missing our Moms. A special hug for Mothers who’ve experienced the loss of a child. One of my own dear friends lost her Son so I’m sending her all the love I can. Mommy you are always going to be the first woman I ever love. You are the role model of my life, and a lifetime of inspiration for me. I hope that all your dreams and wishes come true, Mom. I am also praying for a long, happy, and healthy life for you… Every child’s sweetest dream is to have a mother as sweet as you. I am so lucky to be living my dreams. I wish you all the happiness for this day. Have you got I’m not the sweet Mom next door I’m the crazy bitch down the street shirt for your mom?
A mother’s love for her child never ends
After my husband’s death, my son was the only umbrella over my head. He was everything to me; my son, my friend, my caregiver, everything. Last year he died on my lap. No one will understand the pain of seeing the lifeless face of their own child. I pray to God no mother shall have to bury their children before them. It’s been almost one year. Everyone said, “Give it time. Time heals all wounds.” But It doesn’t heal the wounds of losing your child! Though you know they are in Heaven, the pain itself feels like Hell. I love to eat sweets. Every day he used to say, “Maa let’s go to my shop and eat sweets”. He used to bring me to his sweet shop while holding my hands in order to feed me sweets. But I know he really brought me here in order to protect me from loneliness. I used to sit in his shop with him. People used to laugh but he never cared.