MOTHER'S LOVE

When you were 1 year old, she fed u and bathed u.
You thanked her, by crying all night long.


When you were 2 years old, she taught u to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.


When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her, by tossing the plate on the floor.


When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her, by colouring the Dining room table.


When you were 5years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her, by plopping into the nearest.


When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming,"I'M NOT GOING!".


When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her, by throwing it through the next-door neighbour's window.


When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice-cream.
You thanked her, by dripping it all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old, she paid for your piano lessons.
You thanked her, by never bothering to practise.


When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day; from soccer to gymnastic, to ane birthday party after another.
You thanked her, by jumping out of the car and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her, by asking her to sit in a different row.


When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her, by waiting till she left the home.


When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut.
You thanked her, by telling her she had no taste.


When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her, by forgetting to write a single letter.


When you were 15 years old, she came home from work looking for a hug.
You thanked her, by having your bedroom door locked.


When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her, by taking it every chance you could.


When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an impotant call.
You thanked her, by being an the phone all night.


When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her, by staying out partying till dawn.


When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tution,drove you to campus n carried ur bags.
You thanked her, by saying good-bye outside the dorm so that you would'nt be embarassed in front of your friends.


When you were 20 years old, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her, by saying, "It's none of your business".


When you were 21 years old, she sugested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her, by saying,"I don't want to be like you"


When you were 22 years old, She hugged u at ur college graduation.
You thanked her, by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.


When you were 23 years old, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her, by telling your friend's it was ugly.


When you were 24 years old, she met your fiance and aske about your plans for future.
You thanked her, by glaring and growling, "Muu-ther PLzzzzzzz!!"


When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding and cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her, by moving half way across the country.


When you were 30 years old, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her. by telling her,"Things are different now".


When you were 40 years old, 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 years old, 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 died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your HEART!!!!

a human body can bear only upto 45 Del (unit) of pain.
But at the time of giving birth, a woman endures upto 57 Del of Pain.
This is similar to 20 bones getting fractured at a time.

same dialogue....
fathers love nan nerathe oru threadil ithitondu.

https://sangeetham.forummotion.com/general-topics-f1/on-a-father-s-day-t127.htm

Matzz wrote:

same dialogue....
fathers love nan nerathe oru threadil ithitondu.

https://sangeetham.forummotion.com/general-topics-f1/on-a-father-s-day-t127.htm

nokatte

sweetword wrote:

Matzz wrote:

same dialogue....
fathers love nan nerathe oru threadil ithitondu.

https://sangeetham.forummotion.com/general-topics-f1/on-a-father-s-day-t127.htm

nokatte

ayykotte..
ella love oru pole alle.thanks for this thread.

Matzz wrote:

sweetword wrote:

Matzz wrote:

same dialogue....
fathers love nan nerathe oru threadil ithitondu.

https://sangeetham.forummotion.com/general-topics-f1/on-a-father-s-day-t127.htm

nokatte

ayykotte..
ella love oru pole alle.thanks for this thread.

Erik Erikson explained that father love and mother love are qualitatively different kinds of love. Fathers “love more dangerously” because their love is more “expectant, more instrumental” than a mother’s love.

yup! mother indeed is the person sacrificing most for us.
thanks for quantifying!

Matzz wrote:

yup! mother indeed is the person sacrificing most for us.
thanks for quantifying!

niswaartha sneham

sweetword wrote:

Matzz wrote:

yup! mother indeed is the person sacrificing most for us.
thanks for quantifying!

niswaartha sneham

was emotional.... missing my dear mom after reading this stuff.

Matzz wrote:

sweetword wrote:

Matzz wrote:

yup! mother indeed is the person sacrificing most for us.
thanks for quantifying!

niswaartha sneham

was emotional.... missing my dear mom after reading this stuff.

same pinch

God gave me an angel right here on earth,
She taught me my values and gave me self worth,
She guides me through life with her wisdom, God's light,
She steers me from wrong, and leads me toward right.

She stands by my side when things are rough,
She taught me in bad times we need to be tough.
She is there when I need her throughout all my years,
She laughed with me in happy times, and comforted my tears.

My angel on earth was sent from above,
God paid her not in wages, but with eternal love.
She has been my confidante, my rock, my protector,
And when God says her job is through, I know I won't forget her.

She need not a halo, or silken wings of grace,
For the glory of God's love shines upon her face.
My Guardian angel, can be replaced by no other,
She is gods gift to me - I call her my dear mother.

A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand

parutty wrote:

parutty wrote:

Paruttyyyyy ..........

Nice thread ..... thankss ....

parutty wrote:

serikkum athirukalillatha niswartha sneham