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A MOTHERS LOVE ~
Dear
First Born:
I've
always loved you best because you were my miracle. You were the
genesis of a marriage and the fulfilment of young love. You sustained
me through the hamburger years, the first apartment (furnished in
Early Poverty), and my first mode of transportation (feet).
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom who was trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps. You were the beginning.
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets. You were the original model for a mom who was trying to work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps. You were the beginning.
Dear
Middle Child:
I've always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family, and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did you get anything first. But it only made you special.
I've always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family, and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did you get anything first. But it only made you special.
You
were the one I relaxed with, and realized a dog could kiss you and
you wouldn't get sick. You could cross the street by yourself long
before you were old enough to get married . . . and you helped me
understand the world wouldn't collapse if you went to bed with dirty
feet.
You were the child of my busy, ambitious years, and without you, I would not have survived the job changes and the tedium and routine that is marriage.
You were the child of my busy, ambitious years, and without you, I would not have survived the job changes and the tedium and routine that is marriage.
To
The Baby:
I've always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy.
You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker pie crust that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one I held onto so tightly. You are the link with my past, a reason for tomorrow.
You darken my hair, quicken my steps, square my shoulders, restore my vision, and give me a sense of humour that security, maturity, and durability can't provide. When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower over you, you will still be my baby.
I've always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such a joy.
You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker pie crust that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one I held onto so tightly. You are the link with my past, a reason for tomorrow.
You darken my hair, quicken my steps, square my shoulders, restore my vision, and give me a sense of humour that security, maturity, and durability can't provide. When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower over you, you will still be my baby.
Erma
Bombeck
A few weeks before my hubby passed away, he bought me a (c)Cricut and the (c)Easy Press for my birthday. He gave it to me early, and then he passed away four days before my birthday. Below is some of the things that I'd already made with it.
Some bags that I added the words bits n bobs to give to friends
A Welcome sign for the porch, and a sign on canvas for the bathroom
And loving YouTube, since the heat press pads are expensive, I found how to make my own tutorial.
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Below is a house now, but years ago it was the local Church. The people have restored it into their home so pretty.
This is Razzy when we start our walk.
This is Razzy towards the end. I ended up carrying him. Day was just too hot for our walk.
If you're sharing your photography or crafts, link up is below and Thanks for stopping by Peabea Scribbles. If you're not linking or even if you do, leave a comment if only to say hello so I can come visit your blog.
Happy September and have a great week.
~hugs 'n giggles 'n scribbles~
Peabea
What a beautiful saying about A Mother's Love. Also, love walking in old cemeteries, the history is amazing and love that house. Thanks for hosting and I hope that you have a wonderful week.
ReplyDeleteThank you csuhpati...always enjoy seeing your photos you bring to Pictorial. :)
DeleteBless you 😇
ReplyDeleteThank you Cloudia...so glad you visited so I could come visit your blog. Hawaii....nice. Where I live is so plain. :)
DeleteSomehow I knew that was the reason you stopped blogging some time ago. So interesting people have the feeling they should put their things in order, and they they die. It looks like you have made a good adjustment Peabea, and can think of those glorious years God gave you together. Hope I can do the same if/when Hubs goes first.
ReplyDeleteHi jesh...thankfully, we did have about 7 years knowing my hubby was sick, and he tried to enjoy each day, and I admire him so for his strength. However, one is never prepared for the last day, and when it actually happens. It has now just been one day at a time for me in the last 4 months. 56 years is a long time. The jury is still out on the adjustment, but I'm trying. Thank you for visiting and the kind words. :)
DeleteThanks for the lovely sentiments about a mothers love. Each of our children is so incredibly unique. God is so good to bless us with the wonders of his love. Enjoyed the walking trip with little Razzy.
ReplyDeleteHi PaulaB, thanks for visiting. Children definitely are their own persons. Each of ours are similar in personality but different too. When I saw this poem, I was struck especially by the first child..he definitely was my learning experience. Have a great week.
DeleteI like these old headstones. Unfortunately I cannot see the videos, my desktop shows me only a green field (it is often, cannot find the reason).
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the light of september, it is very especially
Hi Mascha...thanks for visiting. The weather has been great so far this September. I notice the days are shorter with the daylight already. I probably should have put the video on YouTube and then could probably view it, but maybe since it's on Blogger some sites block videos. Have a great week. :)
DeleteI love to see old tombstones, but I never thought of walking around a cemetary. Hmmm maybe if I bring one of my oldest kids along. Wouldn't want to scare the younger ones, and your puppy awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww so spry in the beginning and towards the end it's like come on mommy time to go home! hahahaha Too cute! My mom had a poodle all her life and a couple of them were called, "Peppy" (that's so she wouldn't forget his name). She loved poodles. Have a wonderful day my new friend. Your puppy is too cute. Our Charlie is a Chocolate Lab, but I think his mama was Chocolate and Daddy was black. In the sun he shines brown. ~hehehe~ Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteI suppose true on younger children when it comes to cemeteries. I figure it's the safest place to walk..haha. Just kidding. A lot of people around where I live walk in the cemeteries. Especially when walking Razzy, I figure no dogs that might be aggressive vs walking him on the streets. Was happy to see your visit and link so I could come visit you. :)
DeleteI love churchyards! Nice shots.
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