Thank God for mothers. I have always marveled at these little gray-haired ladies with their amazing insight and wisdom. We men, as we grow older and push onward and upward in our various fields are apt to become a little impressed with our own accomplishments. We work very hard… we accumulate… we build… we are recognized… we become the president of this… Director of that… a board member here and a secretary treasurer there… and when our faces appear on the front page or our name show up in news casts we feel pretty satisfied that we're making our mark in life. But mother never sees us as others see us. Regardless of how famous we may get… no matter if the world should be set at our doorstep, mother wouldn't care. She looks at us with the same eyes that beheld us as wee baby boys and nothing will ever change that. And it's a wonderful thing really, because as men we are apt to become pretty pompous from time to time and we need mother to say to us as we leave to be made president of the $50,000 a year club, "put on your rubbers Charlie… I don't want you to get your feet wet". Or to say after you've made a TV speech accepting the leadership of this or that worldwide organization… "You didn't look so good Charlie… have you been eating enough?" Yes… we men… filled as we are with the glory stuff… need mothers very badly to remind us that regardless of how big we grow in the eyes of the world, we are really just overgrown little boys in long pants.
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