LOVE YOUR MOM ALWAYS!!!!

A poor couple who lived in a small village in Southern KENYA. They had only one son. Gave him the education they managed.. Son graduated as an Engineer in the nearby University..

Eventually, got married to a rich girl.

Initially, they lived with his parents in the village. Soon the wife got tired of village life and persuaded the husband to move to the city leaving the old parents in the village.

As time passed by the husband saw an advert in the newspaper about a vacancy in Juba (Sudan).

The Mother prayed for him a blessing and told him not to forget them. He was successful and lived in Juba for years with his wife. Regularly he used to send money to parents.

Eventually with time he stopped and forgot about his parents ever existed. Every Sunday he went to church to pray God and immediately after that he used to see someone telling him in a dream that his Prayer was not accepted.

One day he related story to his Pastor who advised him to go back to Kenya to visit his parents.

The man flew to Sudan and reached the boundary of the village. Everything had changed. He could not locate his parents’ house. He asked a young boy about the where about of his parents.

The boy directed the man to a house and said: “In this house lives an old blind lady who lost her husband five years ago. I also hear people saying that,She has a son who migrated to Sudan 40 years ago and never came back again.” the boy continued, “The Old lady has been crying, longing to see his son” Son kept quiet and entered the home and finds his mother on the bed. He tip-toed as not to wake her up.

He hears the mother whispering or mumbling something. He gets closer to hear her voice. This is what the mother was saying:

“God ! I am now very old and blind. My husband just died. There is NO HUSBAND to lower me in my grave when I die. So please send my only son to fulfill my last wish. ”

This is the ending of a story where the PRAYERS of a mother is accepted.

A human body can bear only 45 del (unit) of pain. But at the time of giving birth, a mother feels up to 57 del(unit) of pain. This is similar to 20 BONES GETTING FRACTURED, all at the same time.!!

LOVE UR MOM ALWAYS EVEN WHEN YOU MARRY REMEMBER HER ALWAYS.

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I am a Mom

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk ‘s office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. ”What I mean is,” explained the recorder, “do you have a job or are you just a……?”
“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman. ”I’m a Mom.”

“We don’t list ‘Mom’ as an occupation, ‘housewife’ covers it,” said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like, “Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar.”
”What is your occupation?” she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out.
“I’m a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
”Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your field?”
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, “I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn’t) in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family) and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model, (a 6 month old baby) in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom.” Motherhood!


- Author Unknown
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