Thursday, November 19, 2009

Motherhood is the best job ever!

When I read this sweet poem I smiled, because I have been where this mother was...many times in my short 27 years of motherhood. I will tell you that I have had the same reaction even at times and yes, later regretted it. The hardest thing about motherhood is, although you have to be everything to everyone, it doesn't mean that you were highly trained in any of those areas. Much of your training is ON THE JOB, so no wonder there are mistakes that are made! :)  You only have to mention certain things to get my kids started on "remember the time when Mom did this or that?" How they can remember those things I will never know but...they do and no matter what ages they are, they make sure to remind me of it ever now and then. I just smile and know that some day, they will be in my very situation and then, and only then... will the LIGHTBULB MOMENT happen to them and all of a sudden I will become a little bit wiser! :) Hope I am not too old to enjoy that moment when it comes! ( I hope my kids are reading this post! )

So enjoy the poem and remember ...those sweet little ones of yours will grow up fast, so try to savor the moment if you can. The nice thing is, that when you are all grown up and a grandma ( NANA ) then your grandkids will be perfect and you won't have worry about things like this any more anyway!  Good night!

"If I had known how wonderful
it would be to have grandchildren,
I'd have had them first."
   ~ Lois Wyse 


Handwriting on the wall   ~Author Unknown

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again.

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
Where is your little brother right now?
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and total lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, totally distraught

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.
It said, I love Mommy, surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.


"If your baby is 'beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses,
sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the
time,' you're the grandma."

~Teresa Bloomingdale

Or I could add to this quote by saying...or maybe you are the Aunt!"

Because I am a very proud Aunt Lynn too!

1 comment:

Matt and Cristina said...

Thanks for that sweet post and story. I love my little girl! And that's totally true that things are always perfect for grandma...