A Day Spent With Booger
Spaghetti eaten with
Sandy fingers and
Wet toes
Toys pushed on
Chubby dimpled legs that
Run down the sidewalk as
YaYa gives chase
Beautiful smiles and
Squealed giggles are heard through
Perfect ears that mosquitos bite
Sleepy yawns make heavy
Eyes as the
Swing moves back and forth and
Back and forth and
Back and forth
Good night my sweet
A Day Spent with Booger©tjs5/29/07
and I am smiling...
love me later~tj
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers
in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in
rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be
comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
the mothers who took those b abies and gave them homes. And for the
mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they will
never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited with in
Heaven!
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns
on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from
the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see
me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the
world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring
are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes
totally unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
14-year-olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad
hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a
shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you
feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street,
walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you
from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the
back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2
A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are
safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and
hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child
dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep
deprivation...And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
For foster mothers and family memebers who suddenly became someone else's 'mother'.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them.
And pray.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
and I am smiling....
love me later ~ tj
Sometimes horoscopes hit so close to home it's eerie....
"The boundaries you put up to protect yourself are appropriate for what you're going through now, so don't listen to anyone who claims that you are too closed off. You know what you're willing to share and not willing to share -- and there's no need to budge on this. The restrictions you put on certain relationships are not serving a negative or confining function. They are helping to establish who you are and what you're comfortable with. And they are helping you feel more in control of your life. "
love me later...tj
I spent the day with my daddy today. Spending the day means getting up at the crack of dawn...so I set my alarm and I did. I met him at the diner. I groggily ordered coffee while he chatted and ate breakfast. We left after his tummy was full and my eyes were open. We went to the auction. We browsed what the seller's were selling and decided that it would be too long to wait for the doors we saw. He sat on a bench while I looked at the fruit market. He held my hand as we looked at the odds and ends that were in booths. He gets winded easily these days, so we walked slowly, and I savored the feel of my hand in his. It still fits perfectly there, just like when I was little and he walked slowly for me. We went to a few rummage sales and stopped in town for lunch. We laughed. We talked, and then we laughed some more, all the while I listened. He dropped me off at my house and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I spent the day with my dad today, and I am smiling....
love me later~tj
I got busy today in the sunshine. It was so beautiful outside. I kinda forgot that I'm a redhead. I look like a lobster, but what a day....I'm sure I'll feel it for the next few days too. I decided that I want a rock garden in the front of my house. I had the rocks, the wagon wheels the planters....so I did it. I moved 4 ton of rock today. I wish I would have choosen this task to do before Wally moved out. It woulda made it easier, but it will be worth the effort. I have a long way to go, I need about 4 ton MORE rock to finish it, so I will be visiting some farmer's fields in the very near future. But it will look nice and I will be happy. If you're out my way and happen to have a big rock with ya, drop it off.... :o)
It's so quiet here in my house these days, my daughter moved in and out within 6 weeks, I thought it very rude of her husband to want his wife and child with him, telling her he loves her and misses her. I do have to admit though, that I was happy with his decision to leave them here while he started his new job. It was the first sign of maturity I have seen in him. He went to Warsaw, Ohio to start the job and get settled and then Booger and Becca followed. They are well, he bought a truck and she sounds happier than I have heard her in awhile. Good for her. I do have a plan to go get her right before my granchild (granddaughter??) is due, and bring her home to have the baby. Grandchild's other Grandma is with me on this one, so between us, they can't win. Interestingly enough my daughter agrees wholeheartedly with the Grandma's..... :o)
I'm tired, I'm sore, but my spirit is soaring today.
and I am smiling......
love me later~tj
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I am smiling.
love me later~tj
