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THIS IS AN AMAZING SITE ALL ABOUT SCRAPPING. I AS A MOTHER, LOVE TO SCRAP MY CHILDREN'S MEMORIES.
WE ARE OVERLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS SITE AT OUR HOUSE, AND READ IT AS MUCH AS WE CAN. ALTHOUGH NOT ALWAYS AS CRAFTY AS THIS BLOGGER, WE TRY TO KEEP UP.
THIS IS A GREAT CONTEST. CHECK IT OUT!!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What is a Mother?
What makes a mother?
Are you a mother when you have your first bout of morning sickness?
Are you a mother when the second line appears on the pregnancy test?
Are you a mother when you sign your name to the adoption papers?
What exactly is a mother?
In today's crazy world, it seems that mothers differ in many different ways.
There are those that get pregnant only to realize that their child will have a better life without them. They sign over their rights as a mom, and hand their baby to a woman who has wanted a child.
Is that a mother? The one who takes the baby with tears in her eyes, as she signs a piece of paper rather than giving birth? The one who willingly takes a child and raises it as her own?
Or perhaps its the one who has tried fertility drugs for months and years, just to find out one day that the second pink line appeared on their pregnancy test.
Maybe it's the mother of 6 children, that is the epitome of what a mother is.
I believe they are all mothers, they are all what children wait for.
From the compassion of the birth mother to give her child a better life, to the mother that is having her 6th child, and still has enough time for the 5 others she has.
A mother is the person who wipes the tears from her children's eyes as she kisses the scratches on their knees.
A mother is the woman who waits patiently at the end of her driveway to see the smile spread across her child's face as they jump off the bus.
A mother is the advocate for her children, the keeper of the candies, and the very best of all the friends her child has.
A mother is everything and everyone to her children.
So on this week, I would like to salute the mothers in the world.
I raise a baby bottle to the birth, adoptive, grand, new, old, young and pregnant mothers in the world.
Happy Mother's Day.
Are you a mother when you have your first bout of morning sickness?
Are you a mother when the second line appears on the pregnancy test?
Are you a mother when you sign your name to the adoption papers?
What exactly is a mother?
In today's crazy world, it seems that mothers differ in many different ways.
There are those that get pregnant only to realize that their child will have a better life without them. They sign over their rights as a mom, and hand their baby to a woman who has wanted a child.
Is that a mother? The one who takes the baby with tears in her eyes, as she signs a piece of paper rather than giving birth? The one who willingly takes a child and raises it as her own?
Or perhaps its the one who has tried fertility drugs for months and years, just to find out one day that the second pink line appeared on their pregnancy test.
Maybe it's the mother of 6 children, that is the epitome of what a mother is.
I believe they are all mothers, they are all what children wait for.
From the compassion of the birth mother to give her child a better life, to the mother that is having her 6th child, and still has enough time for the 5 others she has.
A mother is the person who wipes the tears from her children's eyes as she kisses the scratches on their knees.
A mother is the woman who waits patiently at the end of her driveway to see the smile spread across her child's face as they jump off the bus.
A mother is the advocate for her children, the keeper of the candies, and the very best of all the friends her child has.
A mother is everything and everyone to her children.
So on this week, I would like to salute the mothers in the world.
I raise a baby bottle to the birth, adoptive, grand, new, old, young and pregnant mothers in the world.
Happy Mother's Day.
Monday, May 3, 2010
It's been awhile
It's a funny world that we live in. The world demands more time from us than it is willing to give us in a day.
Sunlight brings laundry, phone calls, cleaning the house, and errands. Kids lunches, hobbies, and giggles. We look forward to the evening, twilight, the hour that the kids settle down, the phone calls stop, and the house is tidy. The children go to bed, and you look around. The house is a right off, toys are strewn from end to end, the children have made sure to leave a reminder of the fun they had. The dishes from the supper you made in haste are piled up in the sink.
Sigh--another 4 hours and the house should be up to par. As you fall onto the couch to finally watch the last 5 minutes of that episode of your favorite show you have been wanting to watch all week. The calender that sits on the wall reminds you that it all starts again at 7am.
Sigh-the show is over, and made no sense, as you missed the majority and caught more commercials in that 5 minutes than show.
You sit yourself down on the toilet to hear your youngest say "I need to pee". You quickly finish as they run into the bathroom and collide with you getting up as they sit down.
Sigh-this is the life of a mom.
One I would never trade.
I am blessed that each day starts at 7am, and ends as the sun starts to rise again.
What I wouldn't trade for another 8 hours just to hear the giggles of my kids, to see the toys strewn from end to end, and to see the piles of dishes in the sink. It means that my day was successful, my children were happy, and well fed.
What more can a mom ask for?
What more indeed?
Sunlight brings laundry, phone calls, cleaning the house, and errands. Kids lunches, hobbies, and giggles. We look forward to the evening, twilight, the hour that the kids settle down, the phone calls stop, and the house is tidy. The children go to bed, and you look around. The house is a right off, toys are strewn from end to end, the children have made sure to leave a reminder of the fun they had. The dishes from the supper you made in haste are piled up in the sink.
Sigh--another 4 hours and the house should be up to par. As you fall onto the couch to finally watch the last 5 minutes of that episode of your favorite show you have been wanting to watch all week. The calender that sits on the wall reminds you that it all starts again at 7am.
Sigh-the show is over, and made no sense, as you missed the majority and caught more commercials in that 5 minutes than show.
You sit yourself down on the toilet to hear your youngest say "I need to pee". You quickly finish as they run into the bathroom and collide with you getting up as they sit down.
Sigh-this is the life of a mom.
One I would never trade.
I am blessed that each day starts at 7am, and ends as the sun starts to rise again.
What I wouldn't trade for another 8 hours just to hear the giggles of my kids, to see the toys strewn from end to end, and to see the piles of dishes in the sink. It means that my day was successful, my children were happy, and well fed.
What more can a mom ask for?
What more indeed?
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