问答题 How does a daughter begin to thank her mother for life itself? For the love, patience and just plain hard work that go into raising a child? For running after a toddler, for understanding a moody teenager, for tolerating a college student who thinks she knows everything? For waiting for the day when a daughter realizes bow wise her mother really is? How does a grown woman thank a mother for continuing to be a mother? For being ready with advice(when asked)or remaining silent when it is most appreciated? For not saying, "I told you so" when she could have uttered these words dozens of times? For being essentially herself—loving, thoughtful, patient, and forgiving? I don't know how, dear God, except to ask you to bless her as richly as she deserves and to help me live up to the example she has set. I pray that I will look as good in the eyes of my children as my mother looks in mine.