Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Trevor: Tommorrow is going to be my best day.....My Gammie is coming over, I hope I don't have school...
Well Trevor, you got your wish today. And last night, reading one of my all time favorite books as a Kid, Frog and Toad. Now, Mom, you get to do it all over again. Thanks.
Today's inspiration here. I'm loving this guy's blog.
The life you have left is a gift. Cherish it. Enjoy it now, to the fullest. Do what matters, now
Monday, January 26, 2009
For today's inspiration read here. It does get easier. Celebrate your mistakes here.
Being a parent rquires ALL you can give and then some. For me, I remember just freaking out when I had a 4 year old, a 2 year old and was pregnant with my third. I didn't know how I was possibly going to do it. Then my third child came a long and things began to change, slowly. Sure, I've had my share of blowouts (still 2 in diapers). I have been trying to pinpoint the exact moment when things got easier. Maybe it was when my 4 year old turned into a six year old, who can fix his own sandwich (mostly), and can buckle himself into a carseat or read to his brother. Maybe it was hubby working from home. But most of all, I think it was more about knowing how to handle things. I know how to handle a two year old (and a 4 year old ) tantrum. I know how to handle power struggles and misbehavior. I know when to pick my battles (and which ones are worth fighting). It just doesn't seem as hard b/c I know what normal (and abnormal) is. I have learned to let ALOT of things go. I know how to cancel plans. I put ALOT less pressure on myself. Dog hair is my friend (except for once every 1-2 weeks when the place gets vacuumed). I guess there is a learning curve for motherhood after all. So the third child definately doesn't get as much attention as the first, but I think they get better parenting and I cherish the little moments more because of it. So, if I could pinpoint the moment, I don't think my kids changed or got any easier---I think I did......
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Shirley T. Prager January 23,1924-January 12,2007
You will always be in our hearts.
To Remember Me--A Poem by Robert N. Test
by Robert N. Test, American Poet
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.