It’s Not About Me

  I don’t remember feeling so sad on my birthday last year. I’ve already cried twice as I think of my mom whose life was cut too short. Today is not about me. I did nothing miraculous on this day when I was born. My mom sacrificed her well-being, peace, and comfort to bring me into this world, and I will ever be thankful for that. God bless the mothers who give tirelessly, without much reward. The Lord sees your sacrifice.


3 thoughts on “It’s Not About Me

  1. My dear mother taught me so many things it would take pages to name all of them.
    Every time I find myself doing one of those things, it reminds me of her.
    Just yesterday I made mom’s special Strawberry Punch for my neighbors.
    They could not stop talking about how delicious it was.
    I smiled and looked toward heaven…..thank you mom.

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