Coffee With Mi

Mi, I toast you with a tumbler of freshly brewed kaapi!

When God Made Mothers

He gave me the best one! Yes, Mi! When I think of all the “giving” you’ve done, my heart swells with love and pride. I am in the process of writing about some of the most outstanding incidents in our life that inspired me and gave me strength, helped me grow.

I wrote a Mother’s Day Tribute post today. The list is in no way adequate – I could go on and on and on you know. Thank you for being my Mother.

My prayer is that you are my daughter the next time around.

I want to pamper you like a princess.
I want to make sure you never know what sadness is.
I want to hear your lovely laughter often
I want to see your sweet smile along with that kind look in your eyes

How I wish we were sitting together today and sharing our thoughts!

Here’s a beautiful poem you’ll love.

My Mother’s Garden
My Mother kept a garden,
a garden of the heart;
She planted all the good things
that gave my life its start.
She turned me to the sunshine
and encouraged me to dream…
fostering and nurturing
the seeds of self-esteem.
And when the winds and rains came,
she protected me enough…
but not too much – she knew I’d need
to stand up strong and tough.
Her constant good example
always taught me right from wrong…
markers for my pathway
to last my whole life long.
I am My Mother’s Garden.
I am her legacy.
And I hope today she feels the love
reflected back from me.
Author Unknown

Happy Mother’s Day, dearest Mi!

 

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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

2 thoughts on “When God Made Mothers

  1. This is a beautiful post Vidya. Loved it.

    I want to pamper you like a princess.
    I want to make sure you never know what sadness is.

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