The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-05-13
Be A Lover OF YOUR
dear MOTHER
Mother the Sweetest Name
On Mortal Tongue.
The Loving Sacrifices Of a Mother
Otttimes GudgingIy Acknowledged,
Tho She Puts so Much Upon the
Altar of Love for Her Children.
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Iiyou have an old mother be good
to her. Tell her that you love her.
Kiss her faded old lips. Hold in
yours the work-knotted hands. Scat
ter few of the flowers of tender
ness and appreciation in her path
way while she is alive and can be
made happy by them.
Don't wait to put all your affec-
tion and gratitude and reverence
for her into ton of marble inscrib-
ed: MOTHER" Don't wait to throw all
your bouquets on her grave. 1t is
mighty doubtful whether an angel
in heaven takes any interest in GEM
etaries, or gets auy satisfaction from
revisitlng earth, and contemplating
a fat.ering tombstone; but it is
utterly, certainly certain, that you
can make your old mothers heart
sing for joy by showing her while
she is alive just one tithe of love
and appreciation that you would
heap upon her when she is dead.
Duty to ones mother is not enough.
A little example to more fully bring
this out A certain man, middle
aged and prosperous. is married and
has lovely home. He was a good
man, highly respected and he has
MT an idea but what he is doing bis
full duty by his mother, who lives
in his home and whom he supports.
He supplies her wants. She eats at
his table. is sheltered by his roof, is
decently clothed by his care; but
that is all.
He neglects her. He never says
word Of affection to her. He never
pays her anv little attentions. When
ever she ventures an opinion he cuts
her short with curt contempt. When
she tells her garulous old stories las
old people will, he does not even
try to conceal how much he is bored.
In thousand unintentional ways
the old mother is made to feel that
she is cumberer of the ground, an
impediment of the household, an old
fashion and useless piece of furni-
ture. which every one will be glad
to get rid of. Under this coldness
and neglect the poor old mothers
heart is breaking. If l could only
say to such man: Give love as
we'll as duty to your mother. Give
her the wine of life as we'll as the
bread. Don't forget the one who
never forgets you" OF course this
man, as many others will say, is
busy, overworked, care-burdened;
that he has the claims of wife and
children upon him. This may be so.
But your mothers life has not been
easy. She worked not the eight or
ten-hour day of the union, but the
twenty-four hour day of the mother.
She cooked, cleaned, scrubbed,
patched and nursed from dawn until
bedtime, and in the night was up
and down, getting drinks for thirsty
lips, covering restless little sleepers.
listening for croupy coughs.
She had time to listen to your
stories of fun and triumph. She had
time to say the little things that
spurred your ambition on. She new
er forgot to cock the little dishes
you liked. She did without the dress
she needed, that you need not be
ashamed of your dress. Stop and
think what life would have been to
you if you had been treated in your
childhood days as you are treating
your mother in her old age?
Suppose there had been no soft
breast on which you could weep out
your childish sorrow, no clinging
arms to enfold you and comfort you
when the things in your little world
went wrong? Would it not take
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