september 20th September 20, 2007


“A mother is the truest
friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when
adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with
us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still
will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to
dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our

– washington irving


Maryann Sep 20, 2007 05:09 pm

Beautiful and so true. I spent the day with my mom for her birthday and kept thinking about how she is my best friend and has always been there for me. Thank you for the post.

Martha Sep 21, 2007 05:09 am

Thank you for this post. Even though my mother has Alzheimer’s Disease, she still remembers my sister and me and wants to be sure we are well.

Kristina Sep 21, 2007 09:09 am

This is such a beautiful post! I’m going to be a first time mommy in January and I keep thinking about how my mother is that way with me. I can only hope that I can do the same for my son! Thank you for uplifting my spirits today!!

Lynne Sep 21, 2007 11:09 am

Thinking of you today. Your post is a beautiful tribute to your mother.

C'tina Sep 21, 2007 11:09 am

“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.”
~khalil gibran

Terry B Sep 22, 2007 07:09 am

A beautiful tribute to your mom, Tami. Hope you’re doing well.