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| Dear God, Now that I am no longer young, I have friends whose mothers have passed away. have heard these sons and daughters say they 1 fully appreciated their mothers 2 it was too late to tell them. I am 3 the dear mother who is still alive. I appreciate her more each day. My mother does not change , but I do. 4 I grow older and wiser, I realize what an extraordinary person she is. How sad that I am unable to speak these words 5 her presence, but they 6 easily from my pen. How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life 7 ? For the love, 8 and just plain hard work that 9 into raising a child? For running after a toddler(蹒跚行走、学步的小孩), for understanding a 10 teenager, for tolerating a college student who knows 11 ? For waiting for the day 12 a daughter realizes her mother really is? How does a 13 woman thank for a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready 14 advice (when asked ) or keeping 15 when it is most appreciated? For not saying: " I told you so", when she 16 these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself-loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving? I don't know how, dear God, except to bless her as richly as she 17 and to help me 18 the example she has set. I 19 that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in 20 . | ||||
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