Mila the Mouse Celebrates Her Mom
By Bill Conley
Moral
of the Story:
Mothers are everyday heroes who give
their hearts, their strength, and their time to care for their children in big
and small ways. From cooking meals to wiping tears, from cheering you on to
tucking you in, moms are the quiet force behind so many smiles. Mother's Day is
a special time to say thank you, but every day is the right day to show your
love and appreciation. When you honor your mother, you show love in one of the
most beautiful ways.
In a sunny nook beneath the roots of
an old oak tree lived a little mouse named Mila.
Mila had bright eyes, twitchy
whiskers, and a heart full of love for her family, especially her mom.
Mila’s mom could do just about
anything.
She made the warmest quilts, the
tastiest acorn muffins, and the coziest bedtime stories. She knew just how to
find lost socks, soothe stubbed toes, and give hugs that made everything
better.
One morning, Mila woke up and
stretched her tiny arms.
Then she looked at the calendar on
the wall. “Oh no!” she squeaked. “Tomorrow is Mother’s Day!”
She scampered out of bed and ran to
her best friend, Benny the Bunny.
“Benny! I need help. I want to do
something extra special for my mom.”
Benny’s ears perked up. “Like what?”
“I don’t know yet,” Mila said,
thinking hard. “But it has to show her how much I love her.”
The two friends sat beneath the
tulip patch and made a list.
- Bake muffins?
- Pick flowers?
- Draw a card?
- Clean the house?
- Sing a song?
“Yes!” Mila said. “I’ll do all
of it!”
Benny giggled. “That’s a lot for one
little mouse!”
Mila nodded. “She does a lot for
me—every single day.”
That afternoon, Mila tiptoed through
the kitchen.
She mixed flour, nuts, and berries,
and made a big batch of muffins.
She even remembered to clean up
afterward, mostly.
Then she gathered the prettiest
wildflowers and tied them with a grass ribbon.
She swept the burrow, fluffed the
pillows, and folded a stack of towels without being asked.
Finally, she sat down to write a
card.
It said:
Dear Mom,
You are my hero, my helper, my
hugger, and my heart.
Thank you for every meal, every bedtime kiss, every “I love you.”
Happy Mother’s Day. I love you more than all the cheese in the world!
Love, Mila
She smiled at her work. “Perfect.”
The next morning, Mila woke up extra
early.
She tiptoed into the kitchen, placed
the muffins and flowers on the table, and put her card beside them.
When her mom came out rubbing her
eyes, Mila jumped out and shouted, “Happy Mother’s Day!”
Her mom gasped, then smiled so wide.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “Did you
do all this?”
Mila nodded. “Because I love you!
You do so much for me, and I wanted to say thank you.”
Her mom picked her up and hugged her
tightly.
They sat down together and ate
muffins and giggled over crumbs.
Mila's mom read the card and wiped
away a tear.
“You know, Mila,” she said, “being
your mom is the best job in the world.”
Mila snuggled close. “And being your
daughter is the best gift I’ve ever been given.”
That afternoon, they went on a walk
together.
They watched bees buzz, felt the
breeze on their fur, and sang their favorite songs.
Later, as they sat by the brook, Mila
asked, “Mom, how do you do it all?”
Her mom smiled. “I do it because I
love you. Being a mom means caring, giving, and sometimes being tired—but it
also means watching you grow into someone amazing.”
Mila thought for a moment.
“I think moms are the strongest
people ever.”
Her mom chuckled. “Maybe. But a
mom’s strength comes from her love.”
That night, Mila tucked her mom into
bed for fun.
She gave her a kiss on the nose and
whispered, “Thank you for everything you do. Every day.”
Her mom smiled, closed her eyes, and
said, “Thank you, my sweet Mila. You make being a mom the best job there
is.”
And from that day on, Mila
remembered that Mother’s Day wasn’t just once a year.
It was every day she said “thank
you,” every hug she gave, every kind thing she did to show her love.
Because moms don’t need fancy gifts.
They just need to know they’re seen,
appreciated, and loved with all your heart.
Moral
Poem to End the Story:
She makes your meals, she wipes your
tears,
She holds you close through all your years.
So hug her tight and thank her too—
For all the love she gives to you.
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