Boys are found everywhere. .
On top of,
underneath,
inside of,
climbing on,
swinging from,
running around,
or jumping to.
A boy is Truth with dirt on his nose,
Beauty with a cut on his finger,
Wisdom with bubblegum in his hair,
and the Hope of the Future with a frog in his pocket.
by Alan Marshall Beck
This is the poem and pictures I gave to "the mothers" for Mother's day this year. (Yes, I am one of those mothers who thinks her kids are the most adorable ever - but they are!)
Our Mother's day was pretty low key. No presents or breakfast in bed. I spent church trying not to cry while the speakers talked about how wonderful mothers are. All I could think was that all these mothers were able to carry their children and my body killed mine. Fortunately, keeping the kids quiet in church was pretty distracting, so I couldn't listen very well, and managed to control my irrational thoughts.
John and I are very lucky to have both our mothers and all but one grandmother still with us. We are also lucky that they live so close to us, but it meant that we had to visit FIVE grandmas this year. It was fun, but also exhausting and I felt like we didn't really get to visit with anyone because we were rushing off to visit someone else.
1 comment:
I am Glib from the semi-millennial post. I would just like to comment on how these boys runamuk. Which I found out recently is actually a mental disorder usually afflicting men in their twenties, who have been in cold and dark places for long periods of time. (most likely without their snuggle buddy). Anyway I happen to know this family personally and in my next semi-millennial posting I intend to write about how they are changing the world in strange and interesting ways. Look for it in a little over four hundred years. In the mean time take it from me. They may look cute on the outside, but they are even more cute on the inside. That is all
Glib
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