We just got married June 27th. Took the kids and went to Alabama home. We have also only dated for 3 months. I came with 3 kids and he did also. So 5 boys and one girl ages 4-17. It is a great life! Kids do great together and connect well. We went to a local high school to watch fire works. They had bounce houses and games. The best part of the night was snow cones. Each child had a different color. Unknown to us, it stained your lips the color of your cone. We had red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink and black lips.
The fire works went off at sunset. Our youngest child was scared of them. I set him on my lap explained how far away they were and told him I would protect him. He sat up, looked me in the eyes and said, “I know that” and then took my hands to hold his ears. He had a blast and has now become more of my shadow LOL. After fire works we went to the parking lot and sat for almost one hour to get out. We talked about our favorite ones. How loud and what was different this year from the past. His children had not seen them this close up in the past. They said they liked how we walked around, laughed and how silly we were when there was music. How we made more noise then anyone and each child replayed who said what LOL. It is never dull in our home!
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When our daughter was going on eight years old, she asked me to help her write a sonnet about her dogs. We sat together and I asked her a few questions. Soon we realized the sonnet said exactly what Laura wanted to say!
A Tale of Two Dogs
I have two dogs I love with all my might.
The smartest dogs that you have ever seen.
One dog is black, the other is pure white.
To one another, they are never mean.
Whenever I come home my dogs are there.
In circles they begin to run around.
Two fluffy tails a’waggin in the air,
as if a long-lost friend had just been found
Though one dog is the color of the snow
and one dog is as black as he can be
they love each other very much and know
their color doesn’t mean a thing to me.
Some people have not learned all dogs are smart.
Color doesn’t matter in a dog’s heart.
A sonnet by: Laura Jean Bird – Age 7 1/2
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She is sitting on my lap as we gaze into the night sky. This may be the last year she will be willing to do that. She’s growing up so fast and pretty soon snuggling with Daddy will be embarrassing rather than comforting. She lays her head against my chest and I smile. Above us, cascading explosions of light and color brighten the darkness. I glance down at her wonder filled face. She doesn’t notice me looking at her so I take a moment to drink in her innocent beauty. She is my little girl, my grown up baby. With every flash in the sky, pictures fill my mind of different times when I have looked at this precious face… « Continue reading »
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Our grandson, age seven, had recently attended a birthday party at a local pizzaria that attracted kids with their video games.
I was caring for my grandson when he asked if he could go back to the pizzaria, which just happened to be across the street.
I told him in order to do that, he would need supervision.
His response was, “But Grandma, our school nurse told me I have 20-20 vision!”
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Being a parent is a life sentence, from the day your child is born until you leave this earth, you will never be free again! You are granted no reprieve when your child leaves home. You will worry about their future as long as you live, no matter how far away they are, physically or emotionally. « Continue reading »
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When I was in my twenties, my gaze was always focused on the big things—finding the “perfect” partner, the “to-die-for” job, the “huge” book deal, or getting into the “best” graduate school. Little things didn’t matter much; they were unnecessary distractions that I treated as rounding errors. I either ignored them or focused on what came before or after. Looking back, I can see that how deeply I was affected by films and operas. I was always waiting for the sweeping climax that would bring resolution, on a grand scale, to my life. I was young and eager to fit together the largest pieces of the puzzle of life, foolishly believing that the remaining bits didn’t matter. « Continue reading »
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Children are a blessing sent from God above
For us to care and nurture and most of all to love.
God calls us to be parents and provides us with the tools
And when we feel like giving up, our strength He will renew.
Children are a gift from God that He so freely lends
To make it through the childhood years, on Him we must depend.
He must have a presence, you see it must take three
The parents, child and Christ to be a family.
From childhood days to a child full grown
Their joys and hurts are a parent’s own.
Times of joy and laughter and those times of tears
The times spent raising children are surely the best of years.
There comes that time in life when a child will leave the nest
We must send them off with love and trust God with the rest.
We’ve shared the Word of God, we’ve taught them right from wrong.
Now it’s time to let them go and let them write their song.
The faith instilled, the examples lived, and the lessons taught
All gifts that we have given our child, will never be forgot.
So many paths that they can take, right or wrong remains unknown
But rest assured that in the end, they all lead back to home.
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Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I’m pretty sure I’ll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet,
Far from the daily family riot.
May I lie back and not have to think
About what they’re stuffing down the sink,
Or who they’re with, or where they’re at
And what they’re doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish–dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean
(well heck, I’ve got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know,
I must have lost them long ago!
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I do not know how long I’ll live
But while I live, Lord, let me give
Some comfort to someone in need
By smile or nod, kind word or deed.
And let me do what ‘ere I can
To ease things for my fellow man.
I want naught but to do my part
to lift a tired or weary heart.
To change folks’ frowns to smiles again.
Then will I not have lived in vain.
And I’ll not care how long I’ll live
If I can give… and give… and give.
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1. Don’t spoil me. I know quit well that I shouldn’t have all that I ask for, I’m only testing you.
2. Don’t be afraid to be firm with me, I prefer it. It makes me feel more secure.
3. Don’t let me form bad habits, I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages.
4. Don’t make me feel smaller than I am, It only makes me behave stupidly big.
5. Don’t correct me in front of people if you can help it.
6. Don’t make me feel that my mistakes are sins, it upsets my set of values.
7. Don’t be upset when I say “I hate you”, it’s not you I hate, but your power to hinder.
8. Don’t protect me from consequences, I need to learn the painful way sometimes.
9. Don’t nag, if you do I will need to protect myself by appearing deaf.
10. Don’t make rash promises, remember I feel badly let down when promises are broken.
11. Don’t tax my honesty too much, I am easily frightened into telling lies.
12. Don’t be inconsistent, that completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.
13. Don’t tell me my fears are silly, they are terribly real to me and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand.
14. Don’t ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me to great a shock when I discover that you are neither.
15. Don’t forget that I can’t thrive without lots of love and understanding, but I don’t need to tell you that, do I?
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