You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16，she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17，she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18，she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing Old and Gray
When you were 19，she paid your college tuition，drove you to campus，carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20，she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying，“It’s none of your business.”
When you were 21，she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying，“I don’t want to be like you.”
When you were 22，she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23，she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24，she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling，“Muuhh-ther，please！”
When you were 25，she helped to pay for your wedding，and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30，she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her，“Things are different now.”
When you were 40，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，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.
“Rock me baby，rock me all night long.”
“The hand who rocks the cradle...may rock the world”.
Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called mom though some may not say it openly to their mother.There’s no substitute for her.Cherish every single moment.Though at times she may not be the best of friends，may not agree to our thoughts，she is still your mother！！！She will be there for you...to listen to your woes，your braggings，your frustations，etc.Ask yourself...have you put aside enough time for her，to listen to her “blues”of working in the kitchen，her tiredness？Be tactful，loving and still show her due respect though you may have a different view from hers.Once gone，only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.
Don＇t take for granted the things closest to your heart.Love her more than you love yourself.Life is meaningless without her ...
爱你的妈咪
童年时光
你来到人世，她抱你在怀。
你报答她，哭得天昏地暗。
你1岁时，她为你哺乳，为你洗澡。
你报答她，哭了个通宵。
你2岁时，她教你走路。
你报答她，她一叫你就跑。
你3岁时，她满怀爱心为你备三餐。
你报答她，把盘子一抛摔在地。
你4岁时，她给你几支彩笔。
你报答她，把餐桌涂成大花脸。
你5岁时，节日里她盛装打扮你。
你报答她，扑通一声摔进旁边一堆泥巴里。
你6岁时，她步行送你去上学。
你报答她，扯着嗓子叫：“我就是不去！”
你7岁时，她给你买来个棒球。
你报答她，把邻居的玻璃砸得稀里哗啦。
你8岁时，她递给你一支冰淇淋。
你报答她，膝盖上滴的全是它。
你9岁时，她掏钱让你学钢琴。
你报答她，从来不费心去练它。
你10岁时，她整天开车为你忙，从足球场到健身房，到一个又一个的生日会场。
你报答她，跳下车，头也不回背朝她。
你11岁，她带你和朋友去影院。
你报答她，请她坐到另一排。
你12岁，她警告你有些电视不要看。
你报答她，等她离开偏要看。
少年岁月
你13岁，她建议你把发型剪得体。
你报答她，对她连说没品味。
14岁时，她掏钱送你进夏令营。
你报答她，整月没有一封信。
15岁时，她下班回到家，期望有人拥抱她。
你报答她，把房门反锁不理她。
你16岁时，她手把手教你开她的车。
你报答她，逮着机会就玩车。
你17岁，她在等一个重要电话。
你报答她，电话粥煲了一通宵。
18岁你高中毕业时，她喜极而泣把泪洒。
你报答她，在外面聚会通宵达旦不回家。
成人、渐老
你19岁，大学学费她买单，扛着包开车送你到学校。
你报答她，在宿舍门外说再见，为的是不在朋友面前现大眼。
你20岁，她问你是否在约会。
你报答她，对她说，“这事不管不行吗！”
你21岁，她为你将来事业提建议。
你报答她，对她说，“我才不愿学你样！”
你22岁，大学毕业典礼上，她伸手把你紧拥抱。
你报答她，问她能否掏钱让你到欧洲逛一趟。
你23岁，她为你第一套公寓置家具。
你报答她，告诉朋友家具的模样丑。
你24岁，她遇到你的未婚夫，问你们将来何打算。
你报答她，对她怒目加咆哮，“妈……，得了吧，求你啦！”
你25岁，她花钱帮你筹办婚礼，哭诉深深爱着你。
你报答她，安家离她千万里。
你30岁，她打来电话为宝宝抚养提忠告。
你报答她，告诉她，“如今情况不同啦！”
你40岁，她打电话把醒提，亲戚的生日匆忘记。
你报答她，说你“实在忙得不用提。”
你50岁，她病倒需要你照顾。
你报答她，念叨父母成负担。
后来有一天，她悄悄地去了。
突然间，你该做未做的事，仿佛霹雳，在你耳边炸响。
“摇啊摇，摇我这个小宝宝，一夜到天亮。”
“摇摇篮的手啊……可以摇世界。”
让我们花一小会儿时间，对那个叫“妈”的人表示敬意，表达感谢，虽然有些人当着面说不出口。妈妈是不可替代的。珍惜与她在一起的每一时刻吧。虽然有时候，她可能不是我们最好的朋友，可能不同意我们的想法，但妈妈就是妈妈！！！她始终陪伴你身边，听你的伤心事，听你吹大牛，听你把沮丧倾诉……。扪心自问，你是否曾经抽出过足够的时间陪伴她，听她讲围着灶台转的“伤心事”，讲她也会疲劳？就算你与她意见不一，也要委婉，充满爱心，对她表示出应有的尊敬。一旦她去了，剩下的就只有对过去岁月的美好回忆，还有就是终生的遗憾。
不要以为，与你心最近，你就理所应得。爱她，要甚于爱你自己。生命中没有了她，将了无意义……
Thanksgiving to God
After starving as a barber during the Depression，my father traded his straight razor for a bench saw at the local lumberyard.His salary wasn’t much，but it was steady.Mama was filled with thanksgiving so thankful in fact that she vowed to tithe the family earnings to the Lord.Every Sunday she would go to her tithe box a colorful White Owl cigar box extract some dollar bills from it，deposit the money into a church-provided envelope，and hand it to Dad to drop in the offering plate.
Because Mama and Dad lived from paycheck to paycheck，that cigar box also served as a last gasp fund for family emergencies.It always had to be repaid.Mama was picky about what constituted an emergency.A new pair of shoes was not necessary if the old ones could be restitched，half-soled or heeled.Neither was a new Easter dress for her or my sister，not if Mama could find some material，fashion a pattern，and sew it herself.
During World War II Dad was drafted and went off to war，leaving behind Mama and three kids.Only 10years old at the time，I contributed a little to the family financial pool with money earned from delivering the Toledo Blade.I delivered my newspapers on an old dilapidated bicycle.The fenders were gone，the frame was bent and both pedals were missing.Flat tires were my biggest problem.I carried a repair kit and pump with me so I could mend tires on the go.“I’ve put my name on the bicycle list at Mr.Martin’s hardware store，”I revealed one night at dinner.Because of the war，bicycles were in short supply.“You could use a new bike，”Mama said.Was a bike an emergency？I didn’t know what Mama’s thought was at the time.
