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A Baby is . . .
A baby is cuddles and tickles on toes, the sweet scent of powder, a kiss on the nose! A baby is teddy bears, rattles, and pins, meals at midnight...giggles and grins. by Sachi Khatri |
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tiny feet That wave in the air Two tiny hands That tug at your hair Cute bottom for patting Adorable face A bundle of joy To love and embrace Author unknown |
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In My daughter's Eyes In my Daughter's eyes I see visions of my childhood. The games that were once played; She is the epitome of innocence. A perfect rain drop in a storm. She is my rainbow. For 9 long months, I tried to imagine her. Now here she is exactly what I wanted, a perfect little doll. In my Daughter's eyes, I see everything I ever prayed for; Love, happiness and closeness of my own family. Her smile lights up the room and lights up my life. She truly is a blessing I may never deserve. Her Father and I watch her as she sleeps and are lifted to cloud 9. "Oh, what an angel" he says. "She is our little Princess." In my Daughter's eyes, I see heaven and what a wonderful place it shall be. Thank the Lord for giving her to me. Her Momma and Daddy will love her eternally. by Heather Lorraine Waldrop |
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I'm just a baby The special little angels that God has let up borrow Have lived their too short lives knowing nothing but sorrow There is nothing more precious than tiny little feet Making the pitter patter sounds and make your life complete Their tiny little hands hold on to big hands they adore Why can't we love them equally and give them so much more Why must we find such angels in garbage cans and rivers And hear about such horrors that up your spine send shivers When babies are so tiny they do not understand Why mommy wasn't there for them to lend a helping hand Where was she when they needed her where were the loving arms The ones that were supposed to guard and keep them from all harm Why were those eyes so hateful, why is mommy being so mean What have I done to make her ignore my desperate screams Maybe someone will hear me is there a mommy there Will she please take me with her and show me that she cares Dear Lord, I'm just a baby, please make her understand She's not supposed to kill me or leave me in this can Oh God, I thought you told me that she would love me so That she would love me always and rock me to and fro You said that she would kiss me and hold me when cry But dear Lord she is leaving me and hoping that I die I am too small to crawl right now and much too small to walk Oh Lord please won't you tell her for I can't even talk I promise I'll be happy, I promise I won't cry Oh please, dear Lord, please tell her, I'll really, really try To be the perfect baby I'll do my very best I'll sleep, I promise, soundly and even let her rest If only she could hear my thoughts, I promise not to nag Please someone won't you help me, she's putting me in this bag Maybe someone will find me before the break of dawn And care for me and love me before my life is gone Author unknown |
For All Mothers This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at soccer games instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see my goal?" They could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick children in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." This is for all the mothers of Kosovo who fled in the night and can't find their children. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see and for the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes and for all the mothers who don't. What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleeping to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? Is it the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying? I think so. So this is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. This is for reading "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then reading it again, "Just one more time". This is for all the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired two year old who wants ice cream before dinner. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started to school and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. For all the mothers who bite their lips (sometimes until they bleed) when their 14 year olds dyed their hair green. This is for all the mothers who lock themselves in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won't stop. This is for all mothers who show at work with spit-up in their hair and milkstains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. This is for mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or are grown. This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for all the mothers whose children have gone astray and who can't find words to reach them. This is for all the mothers who sent their child to school with a stomach ache, assuring that they would be just FINE once they got there, only to get a call from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working moms and stay-at-home moms. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money and mothers without. This is for you, so hang in there. The world would be a terrible place without the love of mothers everywhere. You make it a more civil, caring and safe place for the precious children in our world. Author unknown |
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A Baby is a Miracle This little tiny baby Author unknown |
FINGERPRINTS. Sometimes you get discouraged, |
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The Sweetest Gift One day a mother went to a prison To see an erring but precious son. She told the warden how much she loved him. It did not matter what he had done. She did not bring to him a parole or pardon free. Brought no gold, no pomp or style to see. It was a halo bright, sent down from heaven's light, The sweetest gift -- a mother's smile. She left a smile you can remember. She's gone to heaven, from heartaches free. Those walls around you could never change her. You were her baby, and 'ere will be. J.B. Coats |
IF A CHILD.... If a child lives with criticism, |
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HEAVEN'S NURSERY In Heaven there must surely be Author unknown |
Precious one, So small, So sweet Dancing in What a miracle |
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Here's a candle for you
to light,
A little candle for you to light,
This is a gift for you today,
Here is a candle for you today, |
MY DEAR CHILD. ~Author Unknown~ |
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To Mumy Mummy you should see me now I have fingers and toes, I don't know how Mummy I have ears and eyes, I can hear and see Oh mummy are you getting as excited as me? I can't wait until I see the world To see your face when you realize I'm your baby girl Mummy I just can't wait till I wear those clothes All dressed in pale pink and pretty bows Mummy why are you crying? Is it because you're scared? Well don't worry mummy I know you'll do great, I can feel how much you care Mummy I think something's wrong There's something in here with me Its shaped like a tube, all round and long Mummy I can't hear you anymore, I can't even see There's a bright light nearby Mummy do you think I should try and hide? I can't help it mummy, its pulling me in What did I do wrong mummy? I'm too young to sin Well mummy I have to go But first I want to let you know That I love you mummy And I was excited about having my first dummy I wanted to have fun and run around I wanted to have tantrums and throw myself on the ground I wanted to grow up and have a best friend And mummy I wanted to be with you until the end I wanted to get married someday, and have kids of my own I wanted you to be proud of me, all pretty and grown But mummy I guess that there's something you'll never see Just promise me mummy that you'll never forget me Author unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
Mommy I love you so I'm still alive I kick to let you know I love you so mommy I love you so where are we to go what is that oh no I love you so mommy I love you so why are you so scared I'm not impaired I have all my fingers and all my toes and cant wait to wear those pink little bows I love you so mommy I love you so why are you nervous don't be sad we will be together then and you will be glad I love you so mommy I love you so but why is it so cold I am not yet very old I love you so mommy I love you so why is my heart not making that sound pound, pound, pound I love you so mommy I love you so I'm so scared so terrified please hold me now I love you so mommy I love you so but something isn't not right where is my air where is my light I love you so mommy I love you so hold on to me mommy don't let me go why oh know do you not love me so I love you so mommy I love you so it isn't my time to go this I know I love you so mommy I love you so it hurts stop the pain wont stop save me mommy hold me now make them stop mommy I love you yes I still do all my pain is through but the sad thing is that I thought you loved me too Author unknown |
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If only I had time to grow IF ONLY I had more time to grow, I know my mommy would love me so! IF ONLY my heart had time to beat, It would be full of love for family I'd meet. IF ONLY my legs had time to grow longer, I know that soon they'd become stronger! IF ONLY my eyes had time to see, I could picture a bond between my mommy and me. IF ONLY my lungs could be filled with air, Then I would know you truly DO care. IF ONLY time could be so vast, So I could have memories of the breath I took Author unknown |
A baby's Promise MOMMY I PROMISE, I WOULD HAVE MADE YOU PROUD OF ME I WOULD HAVE MADE YOU SEE THAT DEEP INSIDE YOUR FROZEN HEART YOUR BABY I WOULD BE I WOULDENT MAKE THINGS HARD ON YOU ID TRY HARD NOT TO CRY BUT INSTEAD I HAVE TO TELL YOU THIS WITH UNBORN WINGS I FLY I LOVED YOU, MOMMY I REALLY DID AND ITS SO HARD TO SAY THAT I KNOW YOU NEVER LOVED ME TOO OR, WITH YOU I WOULD HAVE STAYED Author unknown |
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"If Men Got Pregnant..." Maternity leave would last two years... with full pay. There would be a cure for stretch marks. Natural childbirth would become obsolete. Morning sickness would rank as the nation's #1 health problem. All methods of birth control would be 100% effective. Children would be kept in the hospital until toilet trained. Men would be eager to talk about commitment. They wouldn't think twins were so cute. Sons would have to be home from dates by 10:00 PM Briefcases would be used as diaper bags. Paternity suits would be a fashion line of clothes. They'd stay in bed during the entire pregnancy. Restaurants would include ice cream and pickles as main entrees. Women would rule the world!! Author unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
When
a baby enters this world,
into your life A baby can make you forget your worries and strife. It really doesn't matter whether it's a girl or a boy A baby will melt your heart and bring you joy! So shower a baby with love, every single day. Show a baby you truly care- there's so many ways. For with a blink of an eye, time will fly out the door- and your precious baby, won't be a baby anymore!!
Little
baby on the way,
This little on, though
not yet here,
Please help up Lord, we
pray to Thee
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Mom's See the beauty in dandelion bouquets, and know the importance of declaring each and every drawing A work of art. Mom's Find the magic in blankets that become tents, in backyard Adventures, And stories that fall upon sleepy little ears. Mom's Know the fun of jumping on beds and hanging upside-down, and giggles that just won't quit. Mom's are the greatest- especially ones who have the gift of seeing life through the eyes of a child. Author unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
If You Give a Mom a Muffin If you give a mom a muffin, She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it. So she'll pour herself some. The coffee will get spilled by her three year old. She'll wipe it up. Wiping the floor, she will find some dirty socks. She'll remember she has to do some laundry. When she puts the laundry in the washer, She'll trip over some snow boots and bump into the freezer. Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan supper for tonight. She will get out a pound of hamburger. She'll look for her cookbook. (101 Things To Make With a Pound of Hamburger.) The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail. She will see the phone bill which is due tomorrow. She will look for the checkbook. The checkbook is in her purse that is being dumped out by her two year old. She'll smell something funny. She'll change the two year old. While she is changing the two year old the phone will ring. (Of course!) Her five year old will answer it and hang up. She remembers that she wants to phone a friend to come over for coffee on Friday. Thinking of coffee will remind her that she was going to have a cup. She will pour herself some. And chances are, If she has a cup of coffee, Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it. Written by Kathy Fictorie Based on If You Give a Mouse a Cookie by Laura Numeroff |
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"Before I Was A Mom" Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone. Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted. And never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday. Before I was Mom I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies. Before I was a Mom I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on, pooped on, spit on, peed on, or pinched by tiny fingers. Before I was a Mom I had complete control of my mind, my thoughts, my body and all my feelings. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important. Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was OK. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much...... ......before I was a Mom. ...Author Unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
MOM WANTED JOB DESCRIPTION: Long term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills, and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and 24hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required. RESPONSIBILITIES: Must provide on-the-site training in basic life skills, such as nose blowing. Must have strong skills in negotiating, conflict resolution and crisis management. Ability to suture flesh wounds a plus. Must be able to think out of the box but not lose track of the box, because you most likely will need it for a school project. Must reconcile petty cash disbursements and be proficient in managing budgets and resources fairly, unless you want to hear, "He got more than me!" for the rest of your life. Also, must be able to drive motor vehicles safely under loud and adverse conditions while simultaneously practicing above mentioned skills in conflict resolution. Must be able to choose your battles and stick to your guns. Must be able to withstand criticism, such as "You don't know anything." Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until someone needs $5 to go skating. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Also, must have a highly energetic entrepreneurial spirit, because fund-raiser will be your middle name. Must have a diverse knowledge base, so as to answer questions such as "What makes the wind move?" or "Why can't the army just go in and shoot Sadaam Hussein?" on the fly. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility. POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT AND PROMOTION: Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you. PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE: None required, unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis. College will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more. BENEFITS: While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right. Author unknown |
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A MOTHER'S PRAYER
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MOMMY BRAIN If you've left the crayons to melt in the car, And forgotten just where the car keys are, There's a perfectly good way to explain: You see, you've come down with "Mommy Brain." When you're not sure where the past 8 hours went, Or whether the phone bill check's been sent, If you've left the laundry drying in the rain, It's just---you guessed it---Mommy Brain. If you find yourself chatting for hours on end About diaper prices with your cyberfriends, You've just caught a particularly virulent strain Of that affliction known as Mommy Brain. If you left your bags at the grocery store Or completely forgot what you went there for, If you called the cat by your baby's name, You can bet that Mommy Brain's to blame. And if you know the words to "Goodnight Moon" by heart, Or you study your sleeping babe like a work of art, If you're always surprised by how time is flying, And the thought of that first birthday starts you crying... It's unavoidable girls, and I feel your pain For I, too, suffer from Mommy Brain. But I'll admit one thing---of this I'm sure I hope they never find a cure. - Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz |
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If I were granted any wish If I were granted any wish, I'll tell you what I'd do,... I'd wish my kids were small again, for just a month or two; To hear their squeals of laughter, to watch them while they play, And when they ask me to join in, I'd NOT say "Not Today". To jug again their chubby frame, to kiss away their tears, and cherish childhood innocence that's washed away the years; Then when it's story time again, I'd stay a little longer; to answer questions, sing the songs, so memories would be stronger, But time is callous, wishes, myths, yet God in all his wisdom, Has given me another chance before I join his kingdom; The face may not be just the same, the name is changed, ' tis true, But yet the smile radiates, reminds me so of you. God must have known that Grandma ]would need a chance or two. For many little happy things she hadn't time to do; So God Gave Love to Grandmas to equal that before, That, in effect, embraces those little lives she bore. Author unknown |
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To All Mothers Somebody said a mother is an unskilled laborer . . Somebody never gave a squirmy infant a bath. Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby... Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history. Somebody said a mother's job consists of wiping noses and changing diapers Somebody doesn't know that a child is much more than the shell he lives in. Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct . . . Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping. Somebody said being a mother is boring . . . Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a permit. Somebody said teachers, psychologists and pediatricians know more about children than their mothers . . . Somebody hasn't invested her heart in another human being. Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out" okay. . Somebody thinks a child is like a bag of plaster of Paris that comes with directions, a mold and a guarantee. Somebody said being a mother is what you do in your spare time . . . Somebody doesn't know that when you're a mother, you're a mother all the time. Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices . . . Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child wind up and hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window. Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother. . . Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math. Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first Somebody doesn't have five children. Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books . . . Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose. Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery . . Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the school bus for the first day. Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back . . Somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies. Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married ...Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings. Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home . . . Somebody never had grandchildren. Somebody said being a mother is a side dish on the plate of life . . . Somebody doesn't know what fills you up. Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her... Somebody isn't a mother. Author unknown |
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"A Mother's Dilemma" Baby's in the cookie jar Sister's in the glue Kitty's in the birdie's cage And I am in a stew! Time for dad to come to lunch Someone's spilled the roses Breakfast dishes still undone The twins have drippy noses. Junior has the stove apart Dinner guests at eight Neighbors' kids swoop in like flies How can I concentrate? Telephone keeps ringing wildly Someone's in the hall Fido's chewed the rug to bits The preacher's come to call! Would mothers like to chuck their load? They couldn't stand the rap Easy, mild existences Would cause their nerves to snap! -Harriet Rukenbrod Day Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
Once upon a time there was a child ready to
be born. One day the little child asked God: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" God answered him "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you." "But tell me," asked the child, "here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy." "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy." God reassured him. "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?" "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you, Lord?" "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray." "I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life." "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore." "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you." At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." "You will call your angel, Mother" Author unknown |
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"Magic Mommy Kisses" Each night I tuck you into bed, I brush my hand across your head, and in each tiny little fist I place a magic mommy kiss. Full of love and hope so bright To keep you safely through the night, Mommy kisses in your hand To guide you off to slumberland. If you should dream of monsters mean Or witches with faces masked in green, Of snakes that squeeze you oh-so-tight Or darkness with no sign of light. When nightmares hold you stiff with fear A part of mommy still is near, Just open up your hand and blow One mommy kiss and nightmares go. Author unknown |
"If...." If a child lives with criticism, He learns to condemn. If a child lives with hostility, He learns to fight. If a child lives with ridicule, He learns to be shy. If a child lives with shame, He learns to feel guilty. If a child lives with tolerance, He learns to be patient. If a child lives with encouragement, He learns confidence. If a child lives with fairness, He learns justice. If a child lives with security, He learns to have faith. If a child lives with approval, He learns to like himself. If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, He learns to find love in the world. -Dorthy Law Nolte |
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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER... by: Erma Bombeck (Written after she was diagnosed with cancer.) I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day. I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded. I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and more while watching life. I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle. When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's.". More "I'm sorry's" ...But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff. Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who Do love us. Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally, as well as spiritually. Author Unknown |
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When You Thought I Wasn't Looking When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things. When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to. When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked... and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking. Author Unknown |
Teddy, I've been bad again, my mommy told me
so; I'm not quite sure what I did wrong, but I thought that you might know. When I woke up this morning, I knew that she was mad; Cause she was crying awful hard, and yelling at my dad. I tried my best to be real good, and do just what she said; I cleaned my room all by myself, I even made my bed. But I spilled milk on my good shirt, when she yelled at me to hurry; And I guess she didn't hear me, when I told her I was sorry. Cause she hit me awful hard, you see, and called me funny names; And told me I was really bad, and I should be ashamed! When I said, "I love you, Mommy," I guess she didn't understand; Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth, or I'd get smacked again. So I came up here to talk to you, please tell me what to do; Cause I really love my Mommy, and I know she loves me, too. And I don't think my Mommy means to hit me quite so hard; I guess sometimes, grown ups forget how really big they are! So Teddy, I wish you were real, and you weren't just a bear; Then you could help me find a way, to tell Mommies everywhere. To please try hard to understand, how sad it makes us feel; Cause the outside pain soon goes away, but the inside never heals! And if we could make them listen, maybe then they'd understand, So other children just like me, wouldn't have to hurt again. But for now, I guess I'll hold you tight, and pretend the pain's not there; I know you'd never hurt me, so goodnight, Teddy Bear! Author unknown |
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This Special Day Thank you for sharing this special day I'm sorry I had to stay away But I may be a little longer 'Cos I have to grow much stronger. Thank you for your love and wishes I'd like to shower you with kisses. Love from Baby. Author unknown |
With Tiny Hands With tiny hands and tiny feet I hope that very soon we'll meet I hope that you will stay a while And make my mommy (and daddy) smile. And although I can't be there today There's something that I'd like to say, Thank you for your gifts and wishes And please help mommy with the dishes. Love from Baby. Author unknown |
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ONLY THE BEST •~~ A Heart of Gold stopped beating, Two shining eyes at rest. God broke our hearts to prove He only takes The Best. God knows you had to leave us, But you did not go alone ~ For part of us went with you, The day He took you Home. To some you are forgotten, To others just the past. But to us who loved and lost you, Your memory will always last. ~ Anonymous ~ Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
My Child Author unknown You lived in my womb I felt your presence I knew your soul You were my friend Then, my child, you died. Your Spirit, As real and as complete as my other children's, lives in my heart You are, now and forever, My Child. My precious baby, I need to tell you that I love You. -Mommy Author Unknown |
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Candle Favor Poems Here's a candle for you to light, Once the stork has made its flight. With the flicker of the flame, Say a prayer in the baby's name. Author unknown |
A little candle for you to light, Once the stork has made its flight. The flame will glow to celebrate, Baby _________'s arrival date. author unknown |
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This is a gift for you today, So when I'm born you'll light my way. And when the happy day is here, Burn this candle and spread good cheer. author unknown |
Here is a candle for you today, To light when baby is here to stay. When you light it's flickering flame, Say a prayer in baby's name. author unknown |
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Here is a candle for you to light Once the stork has made her flight The flame will glow to celebrate Babys Name's arrival date author unknown |
I'm the Boo-Boo Bunny. I turn sad faces into funny. To keep your hand from getting cold, Don't unwrap or unfold. Just put an ice cube in my shell, And I will make your boo-boo well. author unknown |
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Boo-Boo Bunny Poems Boo Boo Bunny is here today, To help your boo boo go away. This funny, fuzzy, furry friend, Will cool the hurt to help it end. She'll make the ouch go bye-bye fast, So hold her until the pain has passed. And when the boo-boo is all through, She'll still be here to play with you. author unknown |
No matter how we try There's just no way the boo-boos Will ever pass us by So I'm your Boo-Boo Bunny I'll hold a cube of ice Then put me close to where it hurts And I'll make it feel real nice. author unknown |
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I'm the Boo-Boo Bunny. I turn sad faces into funny. To keep your hand from getting cold, Don't unwrap or unfold. Just put an ice cube in my shell, And I will make your boo-boo well. Author unknown |
If a boo-boo has you feeling crummy, Stick an ice cube in my tummy. Hold it to your boo-boo tight, Soon everything will be alright! author unknown |
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Hi, I'm the Boo-Boo Bunny and I'm here to
say, When a child gets a boo-boo I'll help it go away. Just place an ice cube on my back and rest it on the bump, Then let them hold the bunny until there is no lump. Author Unknown |
When the tears begin to flow, From a bruise or bump or blow, Boo-Boo Bunny is so nice, In its tummy holding ice, Gently soothing all the while, Sadness turning into a smile. Author unknown |
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Throughout the years of growing No matter how we try There's just no way the boo-boos Will ever pass us by So I'm your Boo Boo Bunny I'll hold a cube of ice Then put me close to where it hurts And I'll make it feel real nice Author Unknown |
Please plant these seeds And watch them bloom, Just like Baby (last name) Who will be here soon! Author Unknown |
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I'm just a little baby bonnet as cut as cute can be I was home made for my mommy because she loves and cherishes me Perhaps you are a little boy someday you too will marry how sentimental for his bride a hanky she can carry. Author Unknown |
I am an heirloom bonnet as special as can be. A present for someone dear to wear on Christening Day. When baby grows to wed, I'll be by your side as a dainty little hanky for the blushing bride. Author Unknown |
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Baby books are great ideas, but sometimes you're too busy. Living with a little one can put you in a tizzy. Milestones pass too fast at times to find the proper page. So, jot a note of each event with date or baby's age (like "Took 3 steps on May the 1st" or "Teething -- 5 December") then drop it in this Memory Jar (Box) to help you to remember! As children grow, they learn to speak, And have so much to say. They crack us up and make us smile Each and every day. All the things they do and say, We think we will recall. But as they age, so do we, And we don't recall at all! So HEAR it, WRITE it, DROP it in - That's all you have to do, To help remember the things they did, And WHAT was said by WHO! Author Unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
Dad God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of an eagle's flight, The joy of a spring morning, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need, Then God combined these qualities, When there was nothing more to add, He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it ... Dad Author Unkown |
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Baby's message Thank you all for stopping by But as I am a little shy I thought today I'd stay away Mommy said that its ok. Friendship is so hard to measure But something mommy (and daddy) will treasure I hope to see you very soon Because in here there ain't much room. Love from Baby. Author Unknown |
Monday's Child Mondays child is fair of face Tuesdays child is full of Grace Wednesdays child is full of woe Thursdays child has far to go Fridays child is loving and giving Saturdays child works hard for its living But the child that is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay Author Unknown |
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In a baby castle, just beyond my eye My babies play with angel toys that money cannot buy. Who am I to wish them back into this world of strife? No, play on my babies, you have eternal life. At night when all is silent and sleep forsakes my eyes, I'll hear their tiny footsteps come running to my side. Their little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet, I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace them in my sleep. I have a treasure I rate above all other, I have know true glory ~ I am still their mother. Author Unknown |
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In Memory Of.... You never said I'm leaving You never said goodbye You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why A million times I needed you, A million times I cried If love alone could have saved you, You never would have died In life I loved you dearly In death I love you still In my heart you hold a place, That no one could ever fill It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn't go alone For part of me went with you, The day God took you home. Author Unknown |
Hush, Little Baby Hush, little baby, don't say a word Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. If that mockingbird don't sing Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring If that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. If that looking glass gets broke Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat. If that billy goat don't pull, Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull If that cart and bull turn over Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover If that dog named Rover won't bark Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart. If that horse and cart fall down, Then you'll be the sweetest little baby in town. Author Unknown |
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* Best Angel Friends * A beautiful little angel showed up to Heaven's gates Confused and unknowing the plan that for him awaits. Then another little angel walked up and took his hand and said, "Please don't be sad you left, you're in the Promised Land." "I'm glad to be here but I do not think I was to go, Perhaps there was a mistake, for my mommy wanted me so." The little greeting angel gave a sweet smile and said, "My mommy wanted me too, but to Heaven I was led. You see, we do not get to choose when on Earth it's time to go. He gave us life, love and joy and a mother's womb to grow. The Lord still needs new angels to guide them down on earth. To watch over, comfort them, and help them see their worth." "Is there still a way that I can sleep in my mommy's bed?" The greeting angel grinned and said, "that luxury you'll keep. I visit my mommy nightly and softly sing her to sleep." The little angel replied, "then I think I'll like it here. I'll visit my mommy nightly and weaken her pain and fears. I love her and will keep her safe at night and in between, And let her know with a sweet memory that she is still with me." The greeting angel gave her new friend a big hug and said, "Until our mommy's meet us here, let's be best angel friends." "Okay," said the new angel, "that sounds good to me." Then the angels sat and played keeping their mommy's in sight, Humming the tunes to the song they would sing to their mommy's tonight... Author Unknown Back to Top of Page - Click Here |
Childhood Doesn't Wait I was sitting on a bench while in a nearby mall, When I noticed a young mother with two children who were small. The youngest one was whining, "Pick me up," I heard him beg but the mother's face grew angry as the child clung to her leg. "Don't hang on to me," she shouted as she pushed his hands away, I wish I'd had the courage to go up to her and say... "The time will come too quickly when those little arms that tug, Won't ask for you to hold them or won't freely give a hug. "The day will sneak up subtly just as it did with me, When you can't recall the last time that your child sat on your knee. "Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings when we cherished time alone Our babies grow and leave behind those special times we've known. "So when your child comes to you with a book that you can share, Or asks that you would tuck him in and help him say his prayer... "When he comes to sit and chat or would like to take a walk, Before you answer that you can't `cause there's no time to talk" Remember what all parents learn so many times too late, That years go by too quickly and that childhood doesn't wait. "Take every opportunity, if one should slip away Reach hard to get it back again, don't wait another day." I watched that mother walk away her children followed near, I hope she'll pick them up before her chances disappear Author Unknown |
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