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OUR MOMS (contd. from PAGE 1)


When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.

You thanked her by being on the phone all night.


When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.

You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, and

carried your bags.

You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be

embarrassed in front of your friends.


When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.

You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."


When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.

You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."


When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.

You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.


When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.

You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.


When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.

You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-there, please!"


When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you

how deeply she loved you.

You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.


When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.

You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."


When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.

You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."


When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.

You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.


And then, one day, she quietly passed away.

And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder. your heart.


If she's still around, never forget to love her more than ever.

And if she's not, remember her unconditional love and pass it on


        -UNKNOWN WRITER (received in e-mail)