I found this newspaper clip in some of my mother’s things:
A PRAYER FOR CROSS MOTHERS (with Ann Landers)
Dear Ann Landers: Many years ago, when I was in college, you printed a prayer for mothers who lose their tempers. I was touched by it, and I didn’t have the sense to know that one day I might need it desperately. Well, that day has come. I now have three children – one year apart – and I would give anything if you would hunt up that prayer and reprint it. I can’t remember who wrote it, but it was not original with you. Please try. — A Very Tired Mom in Montana ………. read the prayer
THE CRACKED POT
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure,….read The Cracked Pot.