Dear God,
If I could ask for a Mother's Day gift, can I please ask for strength?
Not the strength of a thousand bulls nor the Herculean might of a Grecian God.
Please give me the strength of a gentle woman:
I pray to have the tiniest voice to hush the booming calls of secret ambitions.
I pray to have the smallest pride to place my husband's and children's before mine.
I pray to have the most inconspicuous bearings, shielded from the long arms of vanity.
And I pray for the lightest feet to dance away the heavy toils that this life may bring... ...
If I could ask for a Mother's Day gift, can I please ask for strength?
Not the strength of a thousand bulls nor the Herculean might of a Grecian God.
Please give me the strength of a gentle woman:
I pray to have the tiniest voice to hush the booming calls of secret ambitions.
I pray to have the smallest pride to place my husband's and children's before mine.
I pray to have the most inconspicuous bearings, shielded from the long arms of vanity.
And I pray for the lightest feet to dance away the heavy toils that this life may bring... ...
And dear God, while you are considering my request, can you also give me teeny, weeny expectations so that I won't feel disappointed that my husband did not plan any Mother's Day activity for me today?
Amen.
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