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|putting his tiny hands on my face|
his little eyes look deeply into mine
his sky blue to my sea green
moma...i miss you already
will you be okay without me to snuggle with at night?
who will say thier prayers for you to sleep moma?
i'll try to be brave for you, mom
okay, just one kiss for you & a hug
i have to go now
i love you, moma
angel boy doesn't realize
how proud i am of him
how very much i thank God
appreciating the fact that he chose
to be his moma
blue eyes shining with mischief
pouncing on me
sitting on his head on the couch beside me
telling me this won't last forever
someday i'll be a geoligist
and study rocks
but until then...
i'll be your blonde haired blue eyed boy
that prays for you
and protects you
and loves you
as his legs fall in my lap & he kisses me
love you moma...
split second s*mooch over his shoulder
as he hits the road...
Posted: 6/28/2008 3:10:31 PM
|just as beautiful as always hun^^^|
enjoy em when they're young, cause they can be a handful when they grow up! Ha! But I know they will always be my babies, even when they are married!
Posted: 6/29/2008 5:25:47 PM
|I've been trying to explain the galileo thermometer|
to an eight year old after I opened the windows after it started stormin.
And somehow it seems to be wiring him.
I should just quit talkin'.
Posted: 6/29/2008 5:35:12 PM
|and now he's telling me to stay out of a treehouse if it's lightenin'|
I couldn't make that up
edit: I can't even spell
Posted: 6/29/2008 5:58:11 PM
|Thank you, Mandrake |
On the bright side...'least he didn't give you a lightning rod to hold, Brawny...yanno????
Posted: 6/29/2008 6:19:20 PM
Blessed indeed is your little heart,
The white little soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.
Blessed indeed you to have this little heart.
He loves the light of the sun,
He loves the sight of his mother's face.
He has not learned to despise the dust,
And to hanker after gold/car/money.
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in his heart....
Bless this little heart, this white soul that has
won the kiss of heaven for our earth.
Posted: 6/29/2008 6:25:18 PM
| Thank you, Dev.|
Posted: 6/29/2008 6:40:43 PM
Blessed indeed is your little heart,
You must be talking about some other woman.
Posted: 6/29/2008 7:03:12 PM
|now ten and taller than my five foot six|
he used to need an hourly Beatles fix
mimicked accent, yellow shades and all
he'd sing when "I get older..."
while playin' down the hall
ever so cute this child of four
playing on his bedroom floor
Posted: 6/29/2008 7:10:07 PM
| awwww yabbdab...how sweet... |
Posted: 7/7/2008 3:57:46 PM
|another thread got me thinkin' bout this....a quote from a not-so-famous 4 yr. old that I thought you'd appreciate....|
last year during communion my momma was sittin' next to my little, adorable 4 yr. old cousin Brianna....one by one everyone went to the front of the church to get their "bread" and "wine".....and then went back to their seats....a little while later my mom turned to ask Brianna a question....she turned to my mom, but didn't answer.....confusing my mom a little, mom asked "what's wrong Brianna?"....to which she replied...."I've still got Jesus in my mouth"...
lol...bless her heart... :-D
Posted: 7/7/2008 4:07:58 PM
|awwwwww Ash! what a sweet bean she must have been!|
Elijahblue came home last night after a week of being a traveling man. He played cars in the bubble bath then brought me his towel...wrap me up like a burrito! A couple seconds later, I see naked boy hiney running through the house....flasssssssssssssh!
LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME, MOMA!
Your blonde haired blue eyed boy is HOME!!!
Posted: 7/7/2008 4:11:37 PM
|hahaha.....i bet you ARE relieved to have him back....he sounds like a little ray of sunshine.....|
Posted: 7/7/2008 6:18:21 PM
|catching up on this thread late..|
Several years ago i visited Space Camp
walked around a lander that had been to the moon and back
small can for humans
pockmarked battle scars
from the only noble war
the universe isnt going to change for us
but there isnt a cosmic No
We can go where we want to go
when we grow up
Posted: 7/7/2008 6:43:57 PM
| Transcend |
once in a lifetime
surrounded by stars
rolling head over ankles
in sims (simulators)
walking through the starscape
climbing rock walls
listening to details
love of space
grown in small seeds
five years to prepare
for the voyage of Elijahbblue
to walk every inch of space
to realize his dreams
will someday come true
Posted: 7/7/2008 6:52:10 PM
There are those that think small improvements
are all any of us can ever hope for
little visions in smaller places
cities full of cleaner than it was
bags of garbage for boundaries
that isnt a future for kids to grow into
thats the hell of reduced expectations
and the circle jerk of fearful dreams
Posted: 7/7/2008 7:04:29 PM
Your words are true...
He teaches me everyday
did you know, mom,
that some people cut down trees
and kill the oxygen
and THEN don't replant
& bring more oxygen into the world
why do we need parking lots
when trees long for us
chlorophyl can't be replaced like this
can't we have reusable everything?
must the earth be ruined
when i grow up...
when i'm in space, mom...
i'll change it all to right
and i'll be a geoligist when it happens
little dreams create
leaps and bounds of hope
bursting through the stratosphere
one little step at a time
Posted: 7/11/2008 9:15:52 AM
|Studying all the articles before me, pushing my glasses back up my nose...web md, mayoclinic...|
Do they know he's a living breathing work of art, that his mind is sharpend by trial & error, in learning to focus on the obvious that we often miss?
Does he realize what an honor it is to be given him? Me...the person that thinks nothing but out of the box? Me that thinks in circles where squares won't fit?
Laughter swooping through the air as he snuggles up to me, his long legged lanky colt of a self moving into my warmth under than afghan snuggling as we read...anything we can get our hands on...
Moma, what makes your aura so green? Why do so many people not see things that are sight unseen? If I feel them with my heart, I will see them with my eyes.
Trev will be home tonight after a sojourn to the parentals...Two weeks is eternity. His easy smile as he hugs my neck asking...wanna go to the ballfield, Mom?
Posted: 7/12/2008 10:08:01 PM
|Readjusting, relearning boundaries in the lives of the teen, the six year old, & the momster....you don't want to know what she said about you mom, she said....you're right kiddo, I don't....she doesn't have that power over me anymore...I walked away from her anger & discontent years ago. |
With age comes wisdom, babe...bet you didn't think that when you were my age, did you, mom? ...I had no idea, baby....but now I know that value of letting go.
Well...why is it that he is so wound up, moma? B/c you aren't here 24/7...It takes him just long enough to get used to it, for his heart to bleed open again as you leave...
He's coping in his own way...and doing well @ it. He got his game, laid in my bed with my arms wrapped around him, & asked me to please tie the wrap in his hair so he could be a ninja pullup kid...
I love those boys.
Posted: 7/14/2008 8:44:05 PM
|hurtling through the air|
slamming into the wall
splintering little soul
damn this medicine
damn it all
his head resting on the wall
sadness overcoming us both
the medicine dr gave him
not adjusting well
i didn't mean to cut your finger
i'm so sorry moma
crystalized tears from
a little angel
wet our clothes
as i bite my lip....
praying willing no tears
to flow in front of him
no more strength
just no more tonight
rocking him to sleep
my hands rub his back
as i sing
godspeed little man
rest little one
hearing the sigh that means
peace for him
as my tears slide silently
down my face
wetting our clothes
Posted: 7/16/2008 9:59:25 PM
|Checkin' in for the fambly's sake...|
day number three on the new meds was less painful for all involved.
he went to the daycare @ noon from the other program & went straight to the med cabinent to let them know he needed the pm dose RIGHT now.
given time, all mtns. can fall...and prayer.
tomorrow is another day.
Posted: 7/16/2008 10:30:45 PM
|so many reasons to walk the edge by choice|
loves to explore, lives to enhance
expanding the view til the next move
leaps out as obvious
a different walk when driven by disease ,
self centered but not selfish
no walk is like the dragging step
of blindly groping toward a child's salvation
what we know is like water and wind
sometimes we move , sometimes we drown
no risk is fair but every risk is worth it
if it works ..
hidden in the short term gains
is the hope for a lighter step
of trades that keep the cost
to monetary, temporal limits
i remember the halting way
my mother tried to explain
why she had to leave me
alone ..scared.. nurses' eyes watering
I forgot so much
til i stared at the face of my own child
fevered , wet from febrile seizures
I remembered and ached, for us all
someday the courage you show
may well inspire your son
what form that takes will lie within
the choices he has...thanks to you
Posted: 7/20/2008 10:26:39 AM
|lol talk about a brain fart|
or a total mental block
turns out the stepdaughter that I've been calling twelve
is really in teenage hell
blocked that out totally
that explains the mood swings
and the constant whining
gawd, I don't wanna be around a teenage girl
talk about total squirrels
they were torture enough when I was that age
now I've got one that I have to help raise
for the most part, she's a good "kid"
sigh.. but, they call her "puff" at school 'cause of her adult sized breasts
and she's not a bit fat
This is gonna be a nightmare
I've been practicing my meanest stare
to go with my three day shadow
don't want the boys to think I'm mellow
I want 'em all thinkin' "her dad's that crazy pony tailed fvcker"
"I ain't messin' with her"
and I guess I'd better start hitting the weights again
some of these boys are the size of men
prolly oughta put an actual shotgun in the gunrack
instead of my baseball bat
We already had the sex talk
mine was very short
I got it from a commercial on anti-teen pregnancy
"you'll never get to sleep in again"
and she loves to sleep 'til noon
so, figured that'd do
I was gonna go into the whole "boys are the devil" speal
But, I figured I'd better keep it real
treat her like she's got a brain
she's no longer in third grade
yup, blocked the teen thing out completely
that explains a lot of her lazies
and tellin' her ma that she wouldn't even go to school 'cept for the boys
think I'd better buy an old harley too that makes lots of noise
they'll all stand back
when I pick her up on the bike with the welded on gunrack
steel toed tennis shoes
mirrored sunglasses too
I'd better start puttin' the big biceps back on
gotta at least look like I'm in fightin' form
of course, that never stopped me when I was sixteen
I just did their daughters behind the scenes
guess there's really not much I can do about it
she's just gonna keep on growing up
Not much I can do to protect her
besides tell her that I trust her
anyway, she says she always wants to live with her mother
and I know that she's never changing another diaper
Posted: 7/20/2008 11:28:46 PM
|Woooo Brawny....I'm willing that alot of boys wouldn't mess with your baby when they hear that Harley coming @ 'em w/ the welded gunrack... |
I sat in the dreaded manly place of tire central in a well known massacre of a huge chain conglomerate today....while there getting the news that the tire had a nail in it? Same thing the girl before me was told. Hmph...Struggling to think like a manperson & then it happened.
I let loose of some independence & called him. It felt good actually. I explained, he gave me his thoughts on the subject, we hung up, & the boys & I left.
Five minutes after we got in the door, I hear....Mom, call him & make sure he's coming to make you happy. Can we see him? Can he come here & can we spend time together???
Posted: 7/21/2008 5:39:41 AM
|Juju--I have absolutely loved reading this thread. God couldn't have entrusted anyone more perfect to care for His boys! Hard to figure out who is more blessed...the boys or you! Rock on Moma!!|
I wrote this for my middle daughter, now 12 (gulp!)
A proud smile spreads
across my face,
as I watch you
your interaction with people
and theirs with you.
Such a precious girl
to all who know
and those who
are blessed enough
to just witness
the beauty spill
from your pores
because the beauty you possess
emanates from your heart.
Your sweet heart-shaped face
is the Master's canvas
He took special care
creating this masterpiece.
Giving you such big beautiful eyes
of brown and green,
But more exquisite
than the way the look
is the way they see
the good in everyone.
And the love they reflect.
I love how the Master thought
to add those few little freckles
on each defined cheekbone
that I can count
one by one.
My kisses have not yet
diminished them, and I hope
Your lips He painted
the sweetest shade of pink
but sweeter still
are the words you speak
the songs you sing
the kisses you share
with your little sister
when she's hurt
or just wants some love.
And with me,
always letting me know
you love me
by the words you speak
and the actions that speak louder.
You are an amazing work of art,
my sweet Jenna.
One of my favorite treasures
God has adorned my life with.