🧡Lies my mom told me👧

 

8 LIES MY MOM TOLD ME

This story began when I was a child. I was born into a poor family that often didn’t have enough food to fill our hungry stomachs. During meal times, Mother would give me her portion of rice. As she transferred her rice into my bowl, she would always say, “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry.”

That was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew up, my persevering mother spent her spare time fishing to provide me with nutrition. She would cook fresh fish soup for me, and while I ate, she would sit beside me, quietly picking at the remnants left on the fish bones I had finished. Feeling touched, I would offer her the other fish portion, but she always refused, saying, “Eat the fish, son. I don’t really like fish.”

That was Mother’s Second Lie.

When I was in junior high school, Mother took on extra work assembling used matchboxes to help fund my studies. One night, I woke up and saw her still working by candlelight. I said, “Mom, go to sleep. It’s late, and you have to work tomorrow.” She smiled and replied, “Go to sleep, dear. I’m not tired.”

That was Mother’s Third Lie.

The final term arrived, and Mother took leave from work to be with me. She patiently waited for hours in the heat while I finished my exam. When it ended, she welcomed me and poured a cup of tea from a flask. Seeing her covered in sweat, I offered her my cup, but she pushed it back and said, “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”

That was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After my father died, my mother had to provide for us alone. Life became harder, more complicated, and we suffered daily. Despite our worsening situation, we were blessed with a kind old man who visited and helped us occasionally. Neighbors often advised my mom to remarry, but she refused, saying, “I don’t need love.”

That was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my mom to retire. But she didn’t want to, she went to the marketplace every morning to sell vegetables to support herself. I worked in another city and often sent her money to help, but she wouldn’t accept it. Sometimes, she even sent the money back, saying, “I have enough money.”

That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

With my Bachelor's Degree, I pursued a Master's funded by a company scholarship and got a job there. I planned to bring my mother to live with me so she could enjoy her life in the city, but she didn’t want to inconvenience me. She said, “I’m not used to that kind of life, son.”

That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

In her later years, Mother became seriously ill and needed to be hospitalized. I traveled across the ocean to be by her side. She lay weak and exhausted on her bed after surgery, her frail appearance a stark reminder of the toll the illness had taken. Though she tried to smile warmly, it was clear it took considerable effort on her part. Seeing her like this broke my heart, and my tears flowed freely without me even realizing. Despite her own suffering, she gathered her remaining strength and said softly, “Don’t cry, my dear. I’m not in pain.”

That was Mother’s Eighth and Last Lie.

After uttering her final lie, my beloved mother closed her eyes forever, leaving behind a poignant silence that spoke louder than words ever could.

I realized that the greatest acts of love are often hidden behind simple, everyday sacrifices. Cherish the silent struggles of those who love us, for they reveal the depth of their devotion.

👩Love👩‍🦳

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 After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my 3 children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

“What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.”

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation — nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

“How was your dinner date?” Asked my wife when I got home.

“Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place where mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless I paid for two plates — one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.”

“I love you, son.”

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I love you,” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

👩Mother's love♥️

 

Last wish of the Mother

Mother's love is unconditional and lasts for entirety of life. Get inspired with this beautiful story about Mother's love for her child.

A man was offered a job in another state.

He decided to take his mother to a local nursing home.

For the first three months, he came to see her every weekend

But then he kept getting busier and busier.

He even worked on Saturday to have a higher salary at the end of the month.

Traveling such a long way to his home state every weekend started to feel like a burden to him.

It has been a very long time since he last saw his mother…

One day he received a phone call from the nursing home.

“Please come to visit!” The nurse said to him with a very serious tone.

He arrived to find that the condition of his mother was very critical.

Her illness has gotten much more serve while he was busy earning money,

He sat down beside her bed, took her hand and said,

“Mom, please tell me what can I do for you?”

His heart ached with sadness and regret. He knew she might not make it to tomorrow.

“My son, can you install fans in the nursing home? There’s no fans here,” she said.

“Also put a fridge for betterment for food. There’s many time I have to sleep without food.”

The son was completely taken by surprise as he listened to her.

“Mom, while you were here you never complained about those things.”

“Now when you have only a few hours left, why are you telling me all of this?” he questioned.

The mother gave him a gentle smile, “My dear, I’m alright with heat, hunger and pain.”

“But when you get old and your children send you here, I’m afraid you will not be able to manage.”

The son broke into tears. He bent down to hug his mother asking for her forgiveness.

Love your parents and treat them with loving and care. For you will only know their value when you see their empty chair.

Parents.

When our parents were there we never cared.

When we wanted to take care of them, they aren’t there.

Before it’s too late. Love and care for them.

Mother's prayer- story

 

“Susanna Wesley”

It would be an understatement to say Susanna Annesley came from a large family. She was the twenty-fifth child of a well-known London minister. She was also an intelligent, deeply spiritual girl. Susanna’s daily prayer was “Dear God, guide me. Help me do Thy will. Make my life count.”

Susanna lived in fear that her father would be arrested for his preaching. He was a preacher in the Dissenters’ church. The Dissenters were Christians who worshiped God in their own way rather than following the rules of the Church of England. In the late 1600’s it was against the law to preach for any church other than the Church of England. Dissenters had been branded, had their ears cut off, and been burned alive. Once, soldiers came to the Annesley’s  home and took many of their belongings as a fine because of her father’s preaching.

Susanna dearly loved and respected her father. From him she learned to study and pray at the same time every day—a habit she would one day teach her own children. When she was nineteen, Susanna married Samuel Wesley. Samuel was not only a very committed minister, but he too was highly intelligent and well educated. He also loved to write. Unfortunately for Susanna, he was not a practical man.

Their first home was drab and tiny. Samuel’s job at a small church in a village near London paid very little. They soon had a baby boy and named him Samuel after his father. Susanna prayed that God would use their son and the children that would come later to make a difference in the world.

After a few years, Samuel got a job in a bigger church in the country, one hundred miles from London. Although his pay was better and a house was provided for them, the move was difficult for Susanna. One hundred miles was a long way to be separated from family and friends when the only means of travel was by horse and carriage. She might never see them again.

Samuel spent most of his free time writing magazine articles and poetry, so it was up to Susanna to see that their growing family was clothed and fed. But in spite of Samuel’s shortcomings, Susanna loved him.

Her strong faith saw her through many hardships. Three of their first seven children died. Her oldest son had never talked. On top of that, Samuel made an important man angry by telling the woman he was living with is not his wife and what they were doing was sinful. This meant he we sure to lose his job.

During those dark days, Susanna turned to God for help. She was given a ray of joy when little Samuel finally began to talk when he was five years old. She began teaching him to read and found he had a very quick mind and memorized easily.

Then her husband was offered a job in another town. It paid better still, and a big house on three acres of land was included. Now they could grow their own food. But there were moving expenses, their growing family needed more furniture. They also needed to buy equipment and animals before they could do any farming. All of this put them in debt equal to a year’s salary.

The unschooled church people in the new place didn’t get along well with the Wesleys, who were educated and had famous and important ancestors. They also didn’t like Samuel’s political ideas and his loyalty to the king. A lonely Susanna turned to God for comfort.

One time while Samuel was away, the family was kept awake by gunshots and an angry mob’s pounding and shouting. Because Susanna was recovering from giving birth, a nurse was taking care of her baby across the street. When the mob finally left, the tired nurse fell into a deep sleep and rolled over on the baby and smothered it.

Some time later, an angry church member demanded that Samuel pay him some money he owed him right away. Samuel couldn’t, so the man had him put into prison for three months. While he was gone, one of his enemies killed all their cows, Susanna’s main means of support. Friends helped her and paid Samuels’s debt.

In 1702, a fire ruined two-thirds of their home. Rebuilding the house put them deeper in debt. Seven years later, another fire destroyed nearly everything they owned.

As if constant money troubles and problems with the townspeople weren’t enough, seven more of Susanna’s children died. Of their nineteen children, only nine lived to be adults.

Through it all, Susanna spent six hours a day teaching them. Determined that her children would learn their duty toward God and their neighbours, she wrote three religious textbooks for them. Her teaching was so effective that every one of them grew to love learning and godly living. Somehow, Susanna managed to spend two hours a day in her own Bible reading and prayer.

In the end, Susanna’s teaching, her daily prayers for her children, and her own godly example made a great impact on her world. While her sons John and Charles were studying at college, they started a club with other students who wanted to know and serve God better. The group became known as Methodists, because they had methods for praying, fasting, and studying the Bible at set times.

    Later, tens of thousands would hear John and Charles. John led the Methodist revival in England, which turned people back to the true gospel. And Charles carried the message to countless churches through the hymns

Strong and deterministic women

She got late at office that day and she
had to go home alone.

She started walking towards the auto
stand

But it was too late, she had to
wait for an auto.

She felt like someone was
following her

she turned back and 'Bhoo' he said.
She got scared and he laughed out loud.

Her office colleague it was.

"I'm here because
I can't let you walk alone
towards the auto stand and don't worry

I'll b with you till you get an auto.
You are my responsibility" he said.

After ten minutes of wait,

An auto came but no passenger was in
there.

She knew that this
could probably be the last auto to pass by.

She looked in an uncomfortable manner At
th auto driver.

"Don't worry sister, I'll drop you at your
home safely.

You are my responsibility" the auto
driver said.

She sat in.

Her home was in a dark lane,
she had to walk almost five minutes in the
lane to reach her
home.

She entered the lane and a mid-aged man
was smoking and looking at her.

It was a neighbour.

He threw the cigarette and said
"Come i'll walk with you till you
reach home.

Don't worry beti you are like my
daughter only.

You are my responsibility"

The girl finally reached home safely.

Everytime i gave a pause in the write up,

you must have felt that something wrong
will happen.

This fear is what our society has given us.
It will no longer have an existance if
every man be like that office colleague or
the auto driver or the neighbour.

𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞:⁣⁣
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1. Take care of your health. Spend time n money on maintaining yourself. ⁣⁣
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2. Learn to be independent. Its perfectly ok to not earn, but its important to be independent. ⁣⁣
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3. Learn to ride that bike or drive that car. You don't always need an escort! ⁣⁣
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4. Learn about investments and taxes. Its not necessary to have someone else manage your savings n earnings.⁣⁣
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5. Plan and save for your own gifts n desires. You don't always need a husband or your dad to buy you something you love. Gift yourself! ⁣⁣
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6. Take equal responsibility of your parents. Its not acceptable to expect everything from your brother every time. ⁣⁣
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7. Let the father take care of the unwell child once in a while. Your career is equally important and the father is equally responsible. ⁣⁣
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8. Its ok if the kitchen platform is exceptionally unclean or sink is full of dirty vessels. Relax n take that break! ⁣⁣
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9. Help the other woman, even if you dont like her. You never know what her battles are. ⁣⁣
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10. Its ok to get on well with inlaws! Not every family needs to have a saas-bahu drama. ⁣⁣
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11. Have some friends (men and women) beyond your husband's group, Its ok ! Spend some time away from family with your friends. ⁣⁣
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12. Its ok to not cry. Not all women need to be sentimental all the time ⁣⁣
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13. When things go wrong, try to be balanced and find way out of your problems. You don't need to play the victim. ⁣⁣
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14. Find time to read and keep yourself updated.⁣⁣
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15. Raise independent, caring and health conscious kids. Make all family members equally accountable and responsible. ⁣⁣
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16. Create different girlie groups. Share your problems, seek opinions but finally take your own decision and stick to it.⁣
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17. Spend some time  doing what you like, even if its just sitting idle. Dont feel guilty because others feel its worthless. ⁣⁣
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18. Believe in yourself, or noone else will.⁣
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19. Remember, you have a voice, use it!⁣
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20. Have a dream, and don’t sacrifice it for anyone! ⁣




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Dear friends, like your sister, mother and
wife are your responsibilities,
'She' is your responsibility too.
Understand if you can.


Regards,
Esther

TOUCHING STORY....(An old story but always inspires me)

My mom only had one eye. I hated
her… She was such an
embarrassment. She cooked for
students and teachers to support the
family.
There was this one day during
elementary school where my mom
came to say hello to me. I was so
embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I
ignored her, threw her a hateful look
and ran out. The next day at school
one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your
mom only has one eye!’
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted
my mom to just disappear. I
confronted her that day and said, "If
you’re only gonna make me a
laughing stock, why don't you just
die?"
My mom did not respond… I didn’t
even stop to think for a second about
what I had said, because I was full of
anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have
nothing to do with her. So I studied
real hard, got a chance to go abroad
to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house
of my own. I had kids of my own. I
was happy with my life, my kids and
the comforts. Then one day, my
Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t
seen me in years and she didn’t even
meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door,
my children laughed at her, and I yelled at
her for coming over uninvited. I
screamed at her, "How dare you come
to my house and scare my children!
GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
And to this, my mother quietly
answered, "Oh, I’m so sorry. I may
have gotten the wrong address," and
she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school
reunion came to my house. So I lied
to my wife that I was going on a
business trip. After the reunion, I
went to the old shack just out of
curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died. I did
not shed a single tear. They handed
me a letter that she had wanted me to
have.
"My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry
that I came to your house and scared
your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were
coming for the reunion. But I may not
be able to even get out of bed to see
you. I’m sorry that I was a constant
embarrassment to you when you were
growing up.
You see……..when you were very little,
you got into an accident, and lost your
eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand
watching you having to grow up with
one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was
seeing a whole new world for me, in
my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother."

the son got into tears, but it was too late.

MORAL LESSON:
Never neglet your MuM, Because she is a blessing.
One day u will cry when she will be gone.