The two famous and favorite words of my twin toddlers!! Their sweet little faces light up with excitement and anticipation as we near my momma's home. A simple, single wide trailer.....but, oh so much more! This beautiful, silver-haired lady I am privileged to call Momma has won the hearts of my four children, just as she has mine. Her house is loaded with anything and everything the mind of a child could desire. Nothing is too messy for her to allow! She is tidy, but doesn't let that slow her down from enjoying her family. At any time, you will find scraps of fun laying around proving that her guests are being treated like royalty. Her mind is sharp and keenly aware of the needs of those around her. She quickly responds with love and kindness to each child as if they were the only one! In her purse can be found a cure for anything, everything you need to entertain children, snacks on-the-go along with a port-a-potty! She was there when all four of my children were born......making sure that I was taken care of ;)
For the past 8 years, I have worn the badge of "Mother" and, other than receiving the Holy Ghost, I consider it the most fulfilling experience I've ever known. Although I seek to be better, I frequently and unfortunately pull out the old measuring tape and realize just how often I don't measure up to the high standards of love and patience I was raised by. We moved often growing up. My gracious momma never complained. She taught me lessons that not even the finest schools in our country could teach. Love is giving of yourself....Thankfulness will keep you from depression....A positive outlook and faith in God will bring you through anything....Prayer really does move mountains....A sincere smile and a kind word will brighten any one's day. I've decided that when I grow up I want to be just like my mom.
Over the past few days, my Granny Mary (my mom's mother) came for a visit. I saw those same traits in her....Amazing what we pass down. A little scary, too. Zooming into the future, I'm just wondering if......well, what will my children post about me? Will they remember those really frustrating moments I had with them? Or will they remember the picnics, stories and cookies we made? I hope my grandchildren will love me like mine love her. Will they carry the scars of hateful words spoken in haste? Ooh, parenting is such a refining of one's self! I am already seeing the reflection of my personality in my babies. Some that I'm really proud of....others that I'd rather not mention. More and more, I am realizing the need for grace.
The lights were dim tonight as we kissed each one of our four, tiny pairs of sweet, red lips. Saying a prayer and "night-night". Laying there watching him peek-a-boo between the railing of his crib with me. Softly, just before drifting off into la-la land, his sweet voice whispered his favorite two words and I knew what was on his mind....."Memaw's 'ouse." Yes, my precious baby, that's one of my favorite places, too.
For the past 8 years, I have worn the badge of "Mother" and, other than receiving the Holy Ghost, I consider it the most fulfilling experience I've ever known. Although I seek to be better, I frequently and unfortunately pull out the old measuring tape and realize just how often I don't measure up to the high standards of love and patience I was raised by. We moved often growing up. My gracious momma never complained. She taught me lessons that not even the finest schools in our country could teach. Love is giving of yourself....Thankfulness will keep you from depression....A positive outlook and faith in God will bring you through anything....Prayer really does move mountains....A sincere smile and a kind word will brighten any one's day. I've decided that when I grow up I want to be just like my mom.
Over the past few days, my Granny Mary (my mom's mother) came for a visit. I saw those same traits in her....Amazing what we pass down. A little scary, too. Zooming into the future, I'm just wondering if......well, what will my children post about me? Will they remember those really frustrating moments I had with them? Or will they remember the picnics, stories and cookies we made? I hope my grandchildren will love me like mine love her. Will they carry the scars of hateful words spoken in haste? Ooh, parenting is such a refining of one's self! I am already seeing the reflection of my personality in my babies. Some that I'm really proud of....others that I'd rather not mention. More and more, I am realizing the need for grace.
The lights were dim tonight as we kissed each one of our four, tiny pairs of sweet, red lips. Saying a prayer and "night-night". Laying there watching him peek-a-boo between the railing of his crib with me. Softly, just before drifting off into la-la land, his sweet voice whispered his favorite two words and I knew what was on his mind....."Memaw's 'ouse." Yes, my precious baby, that's one of my favorite places, too.
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So sweet and true! Your mother is a treasure that I love dearly too! She blessed me with a gorgeous sweater that I know she would not want to part with but she wanted to give!
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