None Ever Praised Mother
I read years ago of a mother who had raised six boys to manhood
and her work done, had lain down to die. The boys came home to
see their mother and her oldest son, a great, powerful man, knelt
by her and, wiping the death-dew from her forehead, said to her:
“Mother, you have always been a good mother to us boys.”
The tired woman closed her eyes and great tears pushed out under
the lids and ran down her wasted cheeks. Then she opened her eyes,
looked searchingly into the face of her firstborn and said to
him:
“My boy, I prayed more that I might be a good mother to
you six boys than for anything else. I was afraid that I should
fail in some way to be all that I ought to you, and I never knew
whether you boys thought I had failed or not until now. Not one
of you ever told me I was a good mother until today.”
—Charles A. Blanchard