Oh, the joys and trials of being a parent. I think most of us bloggers have children. Mine have just left the nest but I know many of you out there are just getting started with your brood. That got me thinking about all the years of experience and wisdom out there of blogging mothers who have seen and done it all. The late nights, the tantrums, the first steps, first day of school, graduation and all the days in between that really do fly by. Sometimes when you are in the thick of it it's hard to live in the moment. I remember days when I wondered if they would ever grow up, but they do and way too fast!
This is one of my favorite pictures of my kids. Ashley was oh so unhappy at that moment!
Recently, I found a great blog that belongs to a young mom, Jen, of Little Miss Penny Wenny. Like me she is a fairly new blogger. She is full of energy, great ideas and has done some great projects. Last night she posted that her cute little boy, Trav, had accidentally killed her laptop with a bottle of water. Her story brought back memories of things my kids did when they were small that didn't seem funny at the time but are funny memories now.
It also made me think of the poem my mom gave me when my kids were little. Growing up, my little brother was ornerier than all get out and tried my mom's patience on more than one occasion. He was always getting into some kind of mischief and I had my moments as well. Somewhere along the way, she found this poem and hung it inside the door of one our kitchen cabinets. When my kids were small, she passed it on to me and I hung it in a spot where I could see it every day. As you can see, the poor thing is kind of tattered looking but the words still hold true.
Oh give me patience then wee hands-------
Tug at me with their small demands.
And give me gentle and smiling eyes--------
Keep my lips from hasty replies.
And let not weariness,confusion, or noise------
Obscure my vision of life's fleeting joys.
So when, in years to come my house is still------
No bitter memories its room may fill.
copyright 1968 Margaret H. Schwab
Here are a few of my favorite memories:
Thanks for letting me reminisce!