the truth about motherhood on Mother’s Day
This put me in tears. I remember those days of early childhood. They are a treasure as well as all the rest when they are older. To all the younger moms who have babies and little ones…treasure each day! Every day you have with your children is a gift from God.
This morning, my kids apparently couldn’t wait to remind me of my motherhood, because they woke up at 6am. I tried taking them back to bed with me to “snuggle” which looks a lot more like protecting my ribs and vital organs from the jabs and kicks of tiny little appendages.
So I had coffee instead.
Miles has a runny nose. Allergies, I think. The pollen has been flying and he loves to roll in freshly-cut grass. He was whining and I asked him if he was feeling bad “yep” he replied. “What hurts?” I asked, and he pointed to his toe. “Hm, err…what feels yucky?” I tried again. He then pointed to a glob of stuck-on food on the side of the table that had gone unnoticed to everyone over the height of 30”.
This is why motherhood is hard. Not the 6am part. Sometimes, those early-morning memories are…
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Posted on May 11, 2014, in Art Talk. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Patsy's Creative Corner 
This is beautiful, Patsy! Thank you so much for sharing. Enjoy your ice cream!
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Thank you, Jill! And you’re welcome. I cried all the way through writing it, but it needed to be done. 🙂 And we didn’t get to have the ice cream yet. The bowl has to be frozen a really long time and the ingredients for it also. So we’ll have to make the ingredients in the morning and freeze it all day to have some tomorrow night. LOL!
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Oops! I didn’t realize this was in response to Lindsay’s post. Sorry! Yes it is beautiful, huh?
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