I don't know you....
haven't ever seen or touched you,
yet your pain is mine.....
your first few breaths in this world seem labored....
and as you struggle to hold onto this gift of life
in your tiny fists,
I stare at my baby girl
and my heart sends a silent prayer your way.
I don't know you....
haven't ever seen or touched you,
but we have a special bond
you are a newborn
and I am a mom.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
A Wee Bit of Heaven
A wee bit of heaven
Drifted down from above
A handful of happiness
A heartful of love
A mystery of life
So sacred and so sweet
The giver of joy
So deep and complete.
Precious and priceless
So lovable too
The world's sweetest miracle
Baby, it's you.
Drifted down from above
A handful of happiness
A heartful of love
A mystery of life
So sacred and so sweet
The giver of joy
So deep and complete.
Precious and priceless
So lovable too
The world's sweetest miracle
Baby, it's you.
Friday, April 3, 2009
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER......
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER -
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending theearth 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 itmelted 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 have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summerday because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my 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 wasthe 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 loveyou'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.
-by Erma Bombeck(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending theearth 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 itmelted 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 have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summerday because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my 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 wasthe 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 loveyou'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.
-by Erma Bombeck(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Vanity thy name is parents!
On a bright sunday morning,mama-papa and Sonee walked into what they had thought would be a baby show,organised by a famous pre-school chain.Right at the reception the indications were quite the contrary.Some parents were jostling and struggling to get the numerologicaly lucky token numbers for their tots,while others were shamefully staring at other babies carefully evaluating their chances against their own prodigy.It was a show of power ,money,and status.In short,the event was everything else but a baby show.Weren't baby shows supposed to be fun events for parents and children to get to know each other,play a few harmless and guileless games ,win some prizes and go home with a truckload of happy memories and a list of new friends and contacts?
Maybe times have actually changed for the worse.These are real competitive times where we don't even think twice before shoving our bundle of joy in this race to be the best always.Trophy wives are things of the past ,now we must have trophy children ,in the best designer wear ,to flaunt and boast about,and god forbid if our baby is less than the best we are hit where it hurts the must.Pop goes our vanity bubble and we look with envy at the proud parents of a prize-winning baby.
Can't we let our child be it's own reward not forget the special privilege that He has bestowed on us -to be parents.Why not just show our baby the wonderful world instead of putting our babies on show.
My personal apologies to Sonee for taking her to what i had supposed to be a baby show.I promise u darling this was our first and last.
Maybe times have actually changed for the worse.These are real competitive times where we don't even think twice before shoving our bundle of joy in this race to be the best always.Trophy wives are things of the past ,now we must have trophy children ,in the best designer wear ,to flaunt and boast about,and god forbid if our baby is less than the best we are hit where it hurts the must.Pop goes our vanity bubble and we look with envy at the proud parents of a prize-winning baby.
Can't we let our child be it's own reward not forget the special privilege that He has bestowed on us -to be parents.Why not just show our baby the wonderful world instead of putting our babies on show.
My personal apologies to Sonee for taking her to what i had supposed to be a baby show.I promise u darling this was our first and last.