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The Final Gift Shaina Tranquilino November 19, 2024

Mrs. Dodds sat in her sun-dappled room, the soft rustle of leaves outside her window mingling with the distant laughter of children playing in the park. The crisp scent of autumn drifted in, carrying with it a sense of both endings and new beginnings. She traced her fingers over the worn leather cover of the gratitude journal, its pages already filled with words that shimmered with meaning.

Her hands, now thin and mapped with blue veins, trembled slightly as she tied the pale blue ribbon around the journal’s spine. It was her final gift, one that could not be wrapped in shiny paper or topped with a bow. It held no jewels, no heirlooms, but it was rich in the currency of her life’s lessons, woven from moments both joyful and bittersweet.

The first entry was simple: To my beloved family, who has been the light on my darkest paths, this is my story and my wish for you to carry on with hearts full of love and gratitude. Mrs. Dodds smiled, recalling the day she’d written that line. It was the day after she received the news that her illness was advancing, a shadow spreading where light once thrived. Yet, rather than succumb to despair, she had found herself reaching for her journal, determined to transform sorrow into a legacy of hope.

Each page was a portrait of her life — the struggles of raising three children on her own after her husband passed, the laughter-filled chaos of family dinners, the quiet mornings when the world was just waking and she’d sip tea in the garden. She wrote of lessons in resilience and forgiveness, of the small kindnesses that ripple into great ones, and the peace that comes from letting go.

One entry, dated only a month prior, read: Remember, my dears, the sun rises even after the longest, darkest nights. When life burdens you, pause and look around. Find one thing, even if small, to be grateful for, and hold onto it. It will steady you.

As evening fell, casting the room in hues of gold and deep shadow, her daughter Claire arrived. The same chestnut hair, threaded now with silver, framed her mother’s face as she leaned down to kiss her. In that moment, Mrs. Dodds felt the gravity of time bending around them — the child who once clung to her leg now stood with the strength of a grown woman, eyes filled with unspoken worry.

“Mom, you look tired. Should I come back tomorrow?”

Mrs. Dodds squeezed her daughter’s hand. “No, stay. There’s something I want you to have.” She placed the journal into Claire’s hands, her touch lingering. Claire’s eyes widened as she felt its weight and the warmth that seemed to pulse from its cover.

“What is this?” Claire asked, flipping open to a random page. She read aloud, her voice trembling: Be grateful not only for what you have, but for what you are able to give. In giving, we find our truest selves.

A silence hung between them, heavy but not sad. The journal was more than a gift; it was a bridge between moments past and those yet to come.

Tears welled in Claire’s eyes. “Mom, this is beautiful.”

Mrs. Dodds smiled, her eyes, though weary, alight with the contentment of knowing her essence would carry forward, wrapped in the memories and teachings inscribed in each line. “Promise me, love, you’ll share it. With your brothers, with your children. And remember, life isn’t measured by the great moments alone but by the small, fleeting ones that slip by unnoticed.”

That night, the journal passed from hands that had weathered life’s storms to hands eager to cradle its wisdom. As Mrs. Dodds closed her eyes, a profound peace settled over her. She knew that while her journey on this earth was drawing to a close, the gratitude she cultivated would ripple outwards, living on in those she cherished.

And long after the first snowfall blanketed the earth and the seasons turned, Claire and her brothers would gather, journal in hand, reading aloud the lessons their mother left behind, each word an ember of warmth, reminding them to cherish each day, just as she had.

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"My mother taught me to treat a lady respectfully"

- Chris Brown

[sairalynch]

It's safe to say that mothers are the cornerstones of families. They play a unique and irreplaceable role in shaping the family and their children's lives. Beyond the daily care they provide, their influence extends to a powerful form of teaching, and this teaching is most impactful when mothers take the time to reflect and intentionally pass on their experiences and wisdom…

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Happy Mother's Day 2024 - Agreementpaper

🙏 Happy Mother's Day from Agreementpaper! 🙏 To all the incredible moms out there who tackle corporate challenges and family adventures with equal gusto – you're amazing, and you're our everyday heroes!

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My Mother!

A Mother's Love, So Pure and True

A mother's love, forever enduring, A bond that's unbreakable, so reassuring, A love that's unconditional and pure, A treasure that's priceless, so secure.

From the moment I entered this world, Her love wrapped around me, tightly furled, Her gentle touch, her soothing voice, Her unwavering support, my constant choice.

She held my hand as I took my first steps, Cheered me on with every challenge met, She wiped away tears, kissed away pain, Her love an unwavering, eternal refrain.

She taught me lessons, both big and small, Guided me with wisdom, through it all, Her patience, grace, and endless care, A love that's beyond compare.

Her heart, a reservoir of boundless love, Her embrace, a shelter from storms above, Her presence, a beacon of unwavering light, A love that shines through day and night.

Her sacrifices, countless and unseen, Her love, a constant, evergreen, Her warmth, her selflessness, her grace, A love that time cannot erase.

A mother's love, a precious treasure, A bond that fills my heart with pleasure, For all she is and all she's done, I'm forever grateful, her cherished one.

So here's to you, my dearest mother, My guiding star, my rock, my other, Your love, a gift that's beyond measure, Forever cherished, a love I'll always treasure.

[radioactivepapasbravas]

I remember before when my mom used to tell me not to force myself to study when my brain is rejecting it. I would just waste my time otherwise, she said. Hope I could apply this with this work too. 

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@natvanlis: Incase you were wondering where I get it from. #textswithmom #motherlywisdom https://t.co/HoVXWqbBJO

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[snowwhite-or-madonna]

If you go into this world looking for love, you'll always be disappointed.

My Beautiful, Inspiring Mother

[inthefamilyway]

Her walk-in closet might be full, but her heart is empty. So is most probably her head.

My mom