While Like A Giant, Proud And Happy

Tonight I am up late… remembering.  I love the power of memory as it intertwines with emotion to form a temporary reality.  In quiet solitude, this gift of memory allows me to sit for awhile with my mother who passed away many years ago.  It gives me glimpses into moments I will forever cherish and allows me to relive past experiences that define the meanings of my life.  Tonight an open window in my mind has taken me back to a very special place where I learned a new meaning to the word “love”… « Continue reading »

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Learning To Be A Mother

Learning To Be A Mother
-by Julia M. DeLeeuw

Oh how the young lady boasts of the Mother she’ll be.
Planning and contemplating
From the moment she realizes that one day her dollies
Can be replaced
By rosy cheeked Cherubs of her own.
Oh the planning.
What she will be…
What she wont do…
And how she definitely won’t be her own Mother.
So confident in a sea of options and choices.
So confident she already know what’s best.
Fast Forward
To the woman in the throws of Motherhood.
How the quiet nights whisper the disappointments of the day.
The “should-have-dones”.
“Where is the Mother I was suppose to be?”
The Glamour is chipped away by the everyday.
The Antics get old and the Laundry never stays done.
The mundane starts to creep in.
But just when you think you have been spent…
There walks in your creature.
With arms stretched out and big wide eyes they make your world light up.
And suddenly you think to yourself…
“Oh what a wonderful day”.

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Children, A Blessing From God

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.

Flowers for Mommy

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
‘Oh excuse me please’ was my reply.
He said, ‘Please excuse me too;
I wasn’t watching for you.’

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
‘Move out of the way,’ I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God’s still small voice came to me and said,

‘While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love,
you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You’ll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.’
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
‘Wake up, little one, wake up,’ I said.
‘Are these the flowers you picked for me?’
He smiled, ‘I found ‘em, out by the tree.

I picked ‘em because they’re pretty like you.
I knew you’d like ‘em, especially the blue.’

I said, ‘Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way.’
He said, ‘Oh, Mom, that’s okay.
You know I love you anyway.’

I said, ‘Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.’

Walk a Little Slower Daddy

“Walk a little slower, Daddy”,
Said a little child so small.
“I’m following in your footsteps,
And I don’t want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast,
Sometimes they’re hard to see;
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you are leading me.

Someday when I’m all grown up,
You’re what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who’ll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right,
And know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you.”

As I Grow

Please understand I am growing up and changing very fast.
It must be difficult to keep pace with me, but please try.

Please reward me for telling the truth.
Then I am not frightened into lying.

Please tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from them.
Then I can accept that I am okay, even when I blunder.

Please pay attention to me and spend time with me.
Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.

Please help me explore my unique interests, talents and potential.
In order for me to be happy, I need to be me.

Please do the things you want me to do.
Then I have a good, positive model.

Please tell me by your words and actions that you love me.
Then I will feel loveable and will be able to love myself and others.