You've heard the expression "God couldn't be everywhere so He gave us mothers."
  It's a nice saying and has sold a lot of wall ornaments, but it isn't true.  God CAN be everywhere.  But His love shows through to us through the Mothers of the world.
  My Mom was been a Christian from the time I was old enough to know what was going on, and I can remember when I was young enough for her to hold me in her lap and sing to me as she rocked.  "My Little Buckaroo" was one that I've remembered and sung to my children, and now my grandchildren.
  You can't have a loving mother without some of it rubbing off.  If you don't mind, I'll give you a poem I wrote for her on Mother's day in 1979.  I call it                                                                            

                                 The Exchange
 "What would I like to do for you...What gift, this Mother's Day    
 I'd like to take the cares you bear, and throw them all away.
 I'd like to wave a wand and say You'll never sigh again...
 And ah, if it were in my power Mom, you'd never suffer pain.
 
 Your garden would be full of flowers, each month of every year
 And life would never give you cause to shed the smallest tear.
 But those are not my gifts to give...the Lord has those for later
 They are the things you're working for, by serving Our Creator.

 

Thinking now, it isn't fair, in our getting each other...
 In me, you only got a son.  But me...I got a Mother!

   If you like the poem, consider it yours for your own Mother.  Life can be mean to some, and it can cause some to lose the dreams they had when their little ones came along.  But don't judge harshly.  Love is there, however deeply it has been trampled.  Honor every Mother.  God made them very special