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..... Story ~ Clean Your Mother’s Hands ~ by an unknown Author Story ~ Clean Your Mother’s Hands ~ by an unknown Author One young man went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the initial interview, and now would meet the director for the final interview. The director discovered from his CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent. He asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "no". "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.” he replied. "Where did your mother work?" "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.” The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, "I have a request. When you go home today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning. The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back home, he asked his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to her son. The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother winced when he touched it. This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fees. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his education, his school activities and his future. After cleaning his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, when he asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" The youth answered," I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes' “I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, I would not be who I am today. By helping my mother, only now do I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done on your own. And I have come to appreciate the importance and value of helping one’s family. The director said, "This is what I am looking for in a manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life.” “You are hired.” This young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and worked as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously. Ω The End. ===. A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop an "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, they may be successful for a while, but eventually they would not feel a sense of achievement. They will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying our children instead? You can let your child live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch on a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your child learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

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Story ~ I Hate My Mother ~ Newspaper Cut-Out

This is actually and Advertisement but a lot of people take this story as true.

However, it's a nice story.

Story ~ I Hate My Mother ~ Newspaper Cut-Out

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A Mother's Love

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Mother's Day & Positions Of Power

A lovely "Mother's Day" story... and a lovely quote at the end...

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'We depend 

on the moral courage 

of those in positions of power 

to advocate for the dignity 

and best interests of those 

that are vulnerable.''

~ Christine Farmer, May 7, 2011

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A joyful Mother's Day for some is one of lost childhood memories for others

by Carol Nader, May 7, 2011
http://www.theage.com.au/national/a-joyful-mothers-day-for-some-is-one-of-lost-childhood-memories-for-others-20110506-1ec9x.html

Photo Caption: Condemned by society for having a child out of wedlock, Lyn Kinghorn says Mother's Day is a sad reminder of the 20 years she and daughter Christine spent apart. 

~ Photo: Luis Enrique Ascui

WHAT do you say to the daughter who left your arms as a baby and returned to your life a young woman? How do you recover 20 years together that you were deprived of? The reunion is no fairytale, says Lyn Kinghorn. But you can try, at least, to carve a place for yourself in each other's lives.

Mrs Kinghorn is part of a generation of unmarried women coerced into giving up their babies for adoption - a practice that was routine, mainly between the 1950s and 1970s, and is now the subject of a national Senate inquiry. Society condemned these women for having babies out of \wedlock. Tomorrow, Mother's Day will be another sad reminder of loss.

The inquiry has received more than 200 submissions. Some women say they were given drugs to make them more submissive and to stop them from breastfeeding. Many weren't allowed to see their babies. There are stories of signatures being forged on adoption consent forms, and cases of suicide. Some women had their own families turn against them. Many now want an apology. There are now grown-up children still traumatised too.

The Senate committee was due to report at the end of June. But the inquiry chairwoman, Greens senator Rachel Siewert, says the response has been so substantial it is likely the date will be extended. ''It's another group of Australians that suffered as a result of government policies,'' she says. ''There's overwhelming calls for an apology and the committee will be carefully considering it.''

In Mrs Kinghorn's case, it was 1963. She was pregnant at 16, a mother at 17. She and her boyfriend wanted to keep their baby. Her parents told her she was a bad girl, and drove him away.

She gave birth to a girl and got to spend a week with her in hospital. Then, she was dragged screaming from the hospital by a nurse and separated from her baby. ''I didn't want to leave my baby,'' she says. She turned to another nurse for help, who put an arm around her and told her: ''Go home and be a good girl.''

They told her if she loved her baby she would give her up, and she would have a baby of her own one day. ''My mother said if I didn't sign the consent my daughter would grow up in an orphanage and how could I be selfish to do that to her?''

She married someone else, still distressed, and had four more children, never forgetting her first. ''When there were photos of my children there was always an empty spot,'' she says.

When her first child was 20, she found out her name by accident - Christine Farmer. She and her husband began trawling through the electoral roll. Her husband found her.

Their first meeting was tense and anxious. ''I still believed I was a tramp and all the things I'd been told and I thought she would be too beautiful and too perfect to want to know me,'' she says. ''It took probably 10 years of having contact with her before I could breathe properly when I was near her.''

Where many reunions are fraught, theirs has gone well. Twenty-seven years after reconnecting, they are still in each other's lives. ''We value what we have, rather than dwelling on what we don't,'' Ms Farmer says.

Her birth father had given Mrs Kinghorn a necklace and earrings that she kept, always wanting to give them to her daughter. Ms Farmer says she was raised by caring parents, but they had always told her to keep the adoption a secret. ''Growing up I was expected to pretend I belonged to the parents that raised me,'' she says. People would look at her and search for physical similarities with her parents that didn't exist.

She understands what happened to women of her mother's generation, but it doesn't repair the damage. It has made her cherish her own children even more. ''History has taught us that we can't trust government policy,'' she says. ''We depend on the moral courage of those in positions of power to advocate for the dignity and best interests of those that are vulnerable.''

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To The Mother Of My Children

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Wife:

Can we go to Swensen's for dinner?  

I feel like eating pasta or the salmon. 

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Husband:

To the woman who gave me 2 beautiful children, 

Who willingly bore them even tho' I was not deserving, 

For being the mother of my children --- OK... just this once...

...And many more... from your loving husband.

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A Mother's Love

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A Mother's Love ~ The story of Susanna Petroysan and her four-year-old daughter.

On December 7, 1988, a massive earthquake hit Soviet Armenia. Apartment buildings collapsed in upon themselves, and people were entombed in all the rubble. Two of those people included Susanna Petroysan and her four-year-old daughter.

They survived the earthquake, but were entombed alive in the rubble of the apartment building. Susanna was pinned flat on her back, but was able to move her arms, and was able to make a little nest out of clothing for her daughter to lay on. The only food that was nearby was one jar of blackberry jam.

Over two days, she fed the contents of the jar to her daughter, eating none herself. After two days, the jar was clean; there was no more food, no water, and, worse, no sign of rescue. Numbed by the cold, weak from lack of food, Susanna began to lose hope. Fading in and out of consciousness, she heard her daughter say, “Mommy, I’m thirsty.”

Susanna struggled to get her senses, and remembered a story about how Arctic explorers had slashed their hands and given their own blood to one of their party who was dying of thirst. Reaching around in the dark, Susanna found a shard of glass, cut her cold-numbed finger, and gave her daughter drops of her very own blood. Again and again, day after agonizing day, she repeatedly gave her own blood to her daughter so that her daughter could live.

Eight days after the earthquake, the mother and daughter were unearthed. The child came out amazingly healthy. The mother, barely alive, survived only because of her love for her child.

What could be more ordinary than the love or a mother and child? What could be more natural than for Susanna to care for her daughter’s needs? To hold her. To give her clothes. To feed her. To song her to sleep. To hold her close. An average mother offering everyday love.

Susanna’s love is lived out in her actions.Just telling her child “I love you.” Would have meant little. So she made her child a warm bed. She fed her blackberry jam. She quenched her daughter’s thirst with her own blood. Her loving actions saved her child’s life. Her passion to act in love had kept her alive as well.