Happy Mothers Day to the Ledgie Mama's!

[Lisa1769]

I got some beautiful gerber daisys and planted them today.

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[amber]

Gorgeous!!! and I love your little Orangelah!!! (that's my orange cat's name, she looks like that).
Happy Mothers Day to all the ledgie moms!!!!! :xoxo: :xoxo: :woohoo:

Coincidentally, my own mom is mad at me right now.... :mad: :laugh:

[seeker007nmss]

OOh nice! And I notice the "Watch Cat" keeping an eye out.... for something. :nod:

[Lisa1769]

Gorgeous!!! and I love your little Orangelah!!! (that's my orange cat's name, she looks like that).
Happy Mothers Day to all the ledgie moms!!!!! :xoxo: :xoxo: :woohoo:

Coincidentally, my own mom is mad at me right now.... :mad: :laugh:


Why thank you!! I love him, his name is kittybaby. :wavey:

[Lisa1769]

OOh nice! And I notice the "Watch Cat" keeping an eye out.... for something. :nod:

yeah, anything he can pounce on. I was working in the other bed and found baby bunny limbs. :(

[amber]

Why thank you!! I love him, his name is kittybaby. :wavey:
kittybabyshmuggins! who'ssocute? kittybaby!!! who's your little man? :laugh: My oranger is a girl, which is unusual for orange cats..
I'm stoked, I planted pansys in one of my outside planters, and one actually came up! I have this huge tree in my courtyard that starting blooming this month, which blocks all the sun, so I have a hard time growing stuff. :D

[amber]

yeah, anything he can pounce on. I was working in the other bed and found baby bunny limbs. :(
oh, sick. :shocked: That's like the white, dead mouse that was in my yard...then mysteriously disappeared, thank goodness. :distress: Cats can be pretty gross. But I'm glad when they eat the bugs that get in my house... :laugh:

[Lisa1769]

kittybabyshmuggins! who'ssocute? kittybaby!!! who's your little man? :laugh:

you got it!! That's just how i talk to him... :thumbsup:


I'm stoked, I planted pansys in one of my outside planters, and one actually came up! I have this huge tree in my courtyard that starting blooming this month, which blocks all the sun, so I have a hard time growing stuff.

I get excited too when my stuff comes back the next year.

[amber]

you got it!! That's just how i talk to him... :thumbsup:


I'm stoked, I planted pansys in one of my outside planters, and one actually came up! I have this huge tree in my courtyard that starting blooming this month, which blocks all the sun, so I have a hard time growing stuff.

I get excited too when my stuff comes back the next year.
Whoa! how'd you get that weird quotie format? Oh, and I just planted it last month. None of my stuff comes up next year. :(

[Lisa1769]

Whoa! how'd you get that weird quotie format?

it was an accident.....i was just trying to fix it. :lol:

[GypsySorcerer]

Happy Mother's Day!!! :wavey:

[wondergirl9847]

Happy Mother's Day to all the mommies! :)

[sara1998]

Thank you for the wishes. Happy Mama's Day to all the Mama's! Here's an
e-mail I recieved that put me in tears. Enjoy...


This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say,
"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring
are at home -- or even away at college ~or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want
to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom..

[sara1998]

I got some beautiful gerber daisys and planted them today.

Those are beautiful, Lisa. I planted some Hostas in the front bed today, and put down some red mulch. I'm quite impressed with myself. I hope they live!!! :laugh:

[amber]

Here's why my mom is cool - One birthday she sent me an email with this - In the email, the picture of trees changed colors for the seasons:
above the tree, it said: "Beauty, like the seasons, is the ever-changing expression of life within each of us"
and then she wrote:
"To my Mima, (that's my nickname)
There's no deeper glow in the earth or the sky than the beautiful glow in your laughing eyes. No sweeter sound than your hello; no heart was ever so true. In my heart you'll always stay and remain my beautiful daughter. Love, Mom." :o
awww...moms.

[Lisa1769]

Thank you for the wishes. Happy Mama's Day to all the Mama's! Here's an
e-mail I recieved that put me in tears. Enjoy...


This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say,
"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring
are at home -- or even away at college ~or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want
to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom..


Wow!! Goosebumps!!!

That just about sums it up. I've experienced many of those, and the other I have yet to experience, but have already been worrying about them.
Thanks for sharing.

[Lisa1769]

Those are beautiful, Lisa. I planted some Hostas in the front bed today, and put down some red mulch. I'm quite impressed with myself. I hope they live!!! :laugh:

Thanks! I have several hostas, people come over every year and get a start off of them. Which i'm glad, these need to be thinned out.

And each year, you'll just get even more impressed with yourself when they get bigger and prettier. :p

[Lisa1769]

Here's why my mom is cool - One birthday she sent me an email with this - In the email, the picture of trees changed colors for the seasons:
above the tree, it said: "Beauty, like the seasons, is the ever-changing expression of life within each of us"
and then she wrote:
"To my Mima, (that's my nickname)
There's no deeper glow in the earth or the sky than the beautiful glow in your laughing eyes. No sweeter sound than your hello; no heart was ever so true. In my heart you'll always stay and remain my beautiful daughter. Love, Mom." :o
awww...moms.


awww, thats sweet. My mom sent me a valentine this year with a letter expressing her love. I bawled like a baby. She had never done that before and I'm 36.

[sara1998]

awww, thats sweet. My mom sent me a valentine this year with a letter expressing her love. I bawled like a baby. She had never done that before and I'm 36.

My mom forgot to buy Sara a card to me this year, but that's ok. Sara made me one at school I'm not supposed to know about. Just like the potted flower that she made and put in our kitchen window I'm not supposed to look at until she gives it to me tomorrow. ;)

[Lisa1769]

Just like the potted flower that she made and put in our kitchen window I'm not supposed to look at until she gives it to me tomorrow. ;)

Thats cute! Awww Kids.....They can sure make you laugh. :laugh:

[amber]

awww, thats sweet. My mom sent me a valentine this year with a letter expressing her love. I bawled like a baby. She had never done that before and I'm 36.
awww...*sniff*. That's really great. :o

[estranged4life]

to all the Mother's on the Ledge...

[irishgrl]

Well, Im gonna say it was an adventure every time! My girls are going to be 26 and 22 and my precious baby boy will turn 5 this year :) Each one has been different, but I, as a mother, have grown from the first one til now.....and I am so blessed to have such a darling passel of children!

Happy Mother's day all the rest of you out there..........!!!!! God Bless!!!!

[Gypsy-Rhiannon]

Our MOthers Day was back in March. But Happy Mothers Day to you guys

Pip

[face of glass]

Happy Mother's Day! Especially to my mum. Not that she ever reads the Ledge, but nevermind that. ;)

[ontheEdgeof17]

Happy Mother's Day, ladies! :xoxo:

[Sugar]

Thanks all!

I got some strawberry plants and some herbs that I'm going to try not to kill this year!

[Serrart]

Happy Mother's Day! :cool:

Romy

[WildInTheWind]

Happy Mother's Day to all my fellow ledgie mothers!!!

[Dark Angel]

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars.
And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say,
"Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring
are at home -- or even away at college ~or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.
to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want
to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?
Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you
hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray and never stop being a mom..


Thank you so much for posting this! It's beautiful, and I'm in tears and smiling at the same time. :)
Happy Mother's Day to all the other mom's here! :)

[msLinds]

Happy Mother's Day, To all the Mom's Everything.


:xoxo: :angel: :woohoo: :woohoo: :] :blob2: :nod: :thumbsup: