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You know most people look through their wallets and pocket books and way down at the bottom past their credit cards and baby pictures and the green stamps you can usually find a little old dog eared piece of poetry of some kind ... I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and I ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U’s some of them 30years old and the funny thing is that all these I.O.U’s are owed to the one person and I just kind of thought that maybe now might be a pretty good time for an accounting. Mum are you listening, mum I owe you for so many things a lot of different services like night watchman for instance, lying awake at night listening for coughs, cries and creaking floor boards and me coming in too late. Oh, you had the eye of an eagle and the roar of a lion but you always had a heart as big as a house. I owe you for services as a short order cook, chef, baker, for making sirloin out of hamburger, turkey out of tuna fish and big old strapping boys out of left overs. I owe you for cleaning services, for the daily scrubbing of face and ears all work done by hand and for the frequent dusting of a small boys pants to try to make sure he led a spotless life. And for washing and ironing that no laundry could ever do, for drying the tears of childhood and ironing out the problems of growing up. I owe you for services as a body guard, for protecting me from the terrors of thunder storms, nightmares and too many green apples and the Lord knows I owe you for medical attention. For nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, bumps, splinters and spring fever. And lets not forget medical advice either important things like if you don't quit scratching that it is never going to get well. And if you cross your eyes they are going to stick like that. And probably the most important was, boy! you be sure you got on clean underwear in case your in an accident. Then I owe you for veterinary service for feeding every lost dog that I dragged home at the end of a rope. For healing the pains of puppy love and I owe you for entertainment .. entertainment that kept the household going through some very tough times. For wonderful productions at Christmas, fourth of July, birthdays, somehow making make believe come true on a very limited budget. I owe you for construction work for building kites, confidence and hopes and dreams and some how you made them all touch the sky. And for cementing together a family that they could stand the worst kinds of shocks and blows and for laying down that good strong foundation to build a life on. I owe you for carrying charges, for carrying me on your books for the necessities of life, things that a growing boys just got to have like a pair of high top boots with a little pocket on the side for a jack knife. And one thing mum I will never ever forget when there was only two pieces of apple pie and three hungry people, I noticed that you were the one that suddenly decided that you weren't really hungry anyhow. These are just a few things which payment was long overdue. The person I owe them too worked very very cheap, she managed simply by doing without a whole lot of things she needed herself. Mum, my I.O.U's add up to more than I could ever, ever hope to pay. But you know the nicest thing of it all I know that you would make the whole bill .. paid in full .. for just one kiss and four little words “mum I love you”.
Aren't mums great?.. one of the most under rated professions in the entire world. I know that my mum was just like the mum in the story we just read. She was there to serve and didn't she do it well. One day almighty
God gave me opportunity to be instrumental in doing something for my dear mum that this
world can never do .. I introduced my mum to Lord Jesus the Christ.. praise His holy name.
She died at the ripe age of 81 and moved on.
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