Hi.
OK well i dont really know where to start. Im in this weird mood... im not in a bad mood but im not in a good mood. I guess its just been one of those days.
My day has been pretty good got to anounce the engagment to ALL of Michael's family. Everyone was like its about time LOL. We had fun. Atley took a big fall off a chair today and screamed... scared the shit outta me and Michael. But hes ok.
I love Michael soo much... I cant wait to marry him and have atmost 2 more kids w/ him. I honestly cant wait to spend the rest of my life w/ him. =)
OOOHHH i saw this on bolt and it made me feel better so ill post it here.
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 okay 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 babies and gave them homes.
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 yell at their kids in the grocery store
and
swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream
before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but
realize
how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained
all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to,
but
just couldn't find the words.
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.
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.
My day has been pretty good got to anounce the engagment to ALL of Michael's family. Everyone was like its about time LOL. We had fun. Atley took a big fall off a chair today and screamed... scared the shit outta me and Michael. But hes ok.
I love Michael soo much... I cant wait to marry him and have atmost 2 more kids w/ him. I honestly cant wait to spend the rest of my life w/ him. =)
OOOHHH i saw this on bolt and it made me feel better so ill post it here.
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 okay 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 babies and gave them homes.
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 yell at their kids in the grocery store
and
swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream
before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but
realize
how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained
all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to,
but
just couldn't find the words.
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.
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.