
"If you are ashamed to stand by your colors, you had better seek another flag."
(How else did I get here?)




A mother is a woman who can bake a cake with six other hands helping her and still have it turn out fine.
A mother's shoulders sometimes smell of sour milk, and you may notice safety-pin holes in her clothes - even her Sunday best.
Mothers frequently have runs in their stockings. Likely as not, Junior didn't park his trike off the sidewalk.
A mother likes chicken wings and backs and the hamburger that is slightly burned - things the kids and Daddy don't care for. She never takes the last chop on the plate, and she always saves the candy from her tray at the club to bring home.
A mother is someone who can repair the kitchen sink with only her hands - after Daddy has spent a lot of time trying with tools and plenty of cuss words.
When a mother dies, she must face Him with her record of accomplishments. If she's done a good job of caring for her children, she'll get the most sought-after position in heaven, that of rocking baby angels on soft white clouds and wiping their celestial tears with the corner of her apron.
Written by Wanda Beal