- Warm Hearted Stories -
photo by Mary Ellen "Angel Scribe"©
This mother hen, Gracie,adopted two eggs from a duck who would not sit and warm them.
She gently and lovingly coos to her newly hatched adopted twins, with clucks, while
they quietly chirps back to her. The top duckling was nestled, protected under her
wing. He poked his downy head out to see what was going on. Her onlymotivation,
to raise the ducklings, is a Mother's instinct to protect thebabies of the world. They
are all yours and mine. Happy Mother'sday to all the Mother Hens amongst us!
You may only be one person to the world,
but you may also be the world to one person.
~ Anonymous ~
This newsletter is longer than normal, but once you begin, like a good book, you will not be able to stop until the end. The topic is Love...and you can never get too much of it!
Angelic Blessings to you and your loving hearts,
Mary Ellen "Angel Scribe"
If God's Right Hand Is The Angels...
His Left Must Be...Mothers!
Everyone has a mother. Whether you are close to her or not... allows you to teach others Love. If your mother was cold and indifferent, then you can teach others...how to feel loved.
If your mother was loving and kind, then you can use her gifts as a role model to mentor others. This issue is devoted to Mothers, their greatest gift to us...was US!
Having been in two foster homes, I understand that more than one woman can guide you...and love you. Even motherless woman like Betty Tisdale, www.BettyTisdale.com who cared for the orphans of the world is a mothering figure. She never birthed a child, but adopted ten in her life and became their mother. This newsletter is on the power of adoption.
Mary Ellen ^I^
Every year, I think of my son's birth mother as Mother's Day approaches. One Mother's Day, I wrote her a letter, but I cannot send it as I do not know where she is.
If my letter can touch the heart of a birth mother... or a child that has been adopted...
or someone who has adopted a child... then so be it...this letter is written with all my love.
Dear Birth Mother,
As Mothers' Day approaches, a special thank you is appropriate; but how does one say thank
you for so great a gift of love?
Every year at this time, I have a deep longing to connect with someone who will always be important to me. I feel sure that you think of me, or rather know you are thinking of a special young man that is "our son."
Thank you for the many Mothers' Days when I was the special person honored, because you gave me the greatest gift and you deserved an honorable mention. My wish is to have the chance to thank you for giving birth to this beautiful baby boy and trusting, that I would somehow do the best job I know how to raise him.
I want to thank you for the opportunity to tiptoe up to his bed, as I stood there, I marveled at his perfectness, with tears running silently down my cheeks. He was so tiny, so beautiful; I somehow knew, even then, my happiness was at the expense of your pain.
Or there was the time, in a parking lot, with my arms full that I felt his small hand tugging . . . As I reached down for his hand, I was caught off guard by his eyes, so trusting, looking up at me. I do thank you for that sticky little hand, that moment when he looked to me for guidance.
And long after the debate about who is the "Real Mom" and the dirty diapers and the
up-all-night-fever-and-vomiting have been forgotten, I will still thank you. Without the diapers and without the hours and fevers, I would never have known the love shared in so many hours of holding, rocking, and soothing.
I have to thank you also for these pre-teen-age years -- these years of chaos for both
child and family. Without these years, understanding would not have been so deep.
Somehow, looking at the world through your child's troubled eyes and heart, colors your own world a deeper shade of blue. But how can I ever thank you for the sparkle, the dance, the rainbow that you wove through my life with your gift?
There is no way to ever capture the wonder of his song and give it back to you. The melody drifts in the winds of the years. The song of his childhood is my own--I can only share with you the beauty of the young man he has become.
So much of me, and some of you ... he has grown to be a handsome, creative, and very sensitive young man of whom I am extremely proud of and I love with all my heart and soul.
Perhaps that is the way to say thank-you--by sharing with you now the beauty that is my son
and the miracle you created. I thank you with all my heart,
Your son's mom.
Several years ago, during a time of much depression and turmoil, I 'really needed' something reassuring. I remember the answer that brought the reassurance, as if it was yesterday.
My mother had passed away two years earlier. I was feeling really down and on the two hour drive to my dad's home, I talked out loud to Mom.
I asked her to please, if she could hear me, to somehow let me know that there is something after this life, and to please let me know that she will help guide me to make right choices. I held those thoughts the entire trip. I arrived at Dad's home and he was sitting in the living room waiting for me.
He always welcomes me with something like, "It's so good to see you" and gives me a kiss, but not this time. He did not even say, "Hi!"
Instead the first words out of his mouth were, "You know, I've been sitting here thinking of your mother and the time we went to see Father Farrell, the priest who set up your adoption, to complete the adoption papers for you. Your mom started crying and Father Farrell asked her what was wrong. Your mother said, "I am afraid that I will not be able to raise a baby, because of my hearing aid." She was afraid she would not hear you crying. She only wanted the best for you.
Father Farrell took her hand, looked in her eyes, and said, 'Dorothy, God wants you to have this baby. You will do fine.' From that day on, your mother never had a doubt that you were to be her baby and that she would have the strength to raise you."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this. My eyes became misty as I walked over to Dad and gave him a huge hug. I told him how much I loved him, all the while thinking with all my heart, "Thank you Mom."
photo by Mary Ellen "Angel Scribe"©
The new adopting mother, Gracie, and her twins.
The other night, I was reminiscing.... all teary-eyed....through my son's baby stuff (trying to cut the apron string, before he leaves for college) and ran across a story in his baby book.
When Skye was four years old, we had family Sunday drives around town, usually to a park or
playground after we ate, in between church services.
On Mother's Day we drove down a street with a cemetery. There were many brightly colored
flowers everywhere! You couldn't help but notice their beauty!
My husband pulled up to the stop sign, Skye leaned forward and tapped me on the
shoulder and asked, "Mama, is that God's garden?"
I opened my mouth to explain what a cemetery was, when it dawned on me...it WAS GOD'S garden! I simply answered, "Yes."
A Child's Prayer
Author: Jacquie in Livermore, California
My family and I received wondrous inspiration from our awakening to the Angelic Presence in our lives. On Mother's Day, my 7-year-old daughter began listening to her Angelic meditation tape that she used to drift off to sleep each night.
Earlier that same day, we had an uncomfortable time at dinner with a man I've being dating. The next morning, I awoke with an incredible sense of conviction, peace, willingness, and courage about releasing this man from our lives. I sat straight up in bed and said right out loud, "This is it, isn't it God? I'm done and I know it, don't I God? Oh thank you God!"
In response, I heard "Yes, now you must follow through." And, I did. I have not seen him since.
Last night, my daughter came home from her father's home and as I tucked her in she asked if I'd rewind her Angel tape. As I was doing so, she asked "So, how did you do this weekend Mom? Did you see him?"
I said, "No, I have no intentions of seeing him anymore" ...she giggled and said, "Oh good, it's working!"
I asked her with delight, "What's working, Laura?"
Her reply gave me God bumps from head to toe. "Well, Mom, my Angel tape says I can ask the Angels for help with whatever's bothering me, so I did. I've been asking since Mother's Day for the Angels to keep him away from you so we can be happy."
She went on to explain that she saw him hurting me more than I could see. She said his insides are icky and only he can change that. Meantime, we deserve to be happy.
I hugged her for a long time. And whispered, yes indeed, her prayers were working and be sure to keep them up. As I pulled back she had the most beautiful Angelic look on her face and a smile that would melt the North Pole.
I instantly recalled the day she told me she was once an Angel, but came to be my daughter, because she thought I needed her more here on earth.
Yes, indeed, she is my Earth Angel.
Reflections of a Parent
Author Unknown.....but greatly appreciated
I gave you life, but cannot live it for you:
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always
decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can't build your reputation.
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say "no" for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.
I can teach and guide and support you...but it is your life to grab the
reins and ride forth into your own destiny.
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