............................................Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day, Everyone! TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS--The beginning of motherhood for me! What a great journey began November 11, 2008. She was/is so perfect, so beautiful and full of her own dynamic, sparkling personality.

TWENTY-FOUR YEARS--Another beginning! A great adventure began December 18, 1984. He was/is so perfect, so handsome and full of his own dynamic, charming personality.

You wonder after having your first born, "How can I possibly love any other baby/child as much as I love this one?" But that is the powerful, magical thing about parental LOVE! It is like God's agape love. It is limitless and inclusive. At least for me. That was truly my experience.


These two individuals were as different as night and day, from their sex, to their physical appearance, to their personalities from day one.











Time did fly. How long ago was it that I was holding my babies? It really seems I should be going to coach a softball game for Michelle this spring at Lincoln Park or watching Michael and his dad practicing baseball at the Legion. Was that just yesterday that I watched Michelle perform with the RedCoats or warch Michael play his guitar on the tool box on the back of his dad's truck in our driveway? Or did we go to the Elk's pool and spend our entire day sunning, swimming, picnicing, and visiting with friends?

Fast-forward: September 13, 2007. Another brand new soul, brand new person, brand new personality...minutes old...there in my arms. How could this be? There was my baby glowing as she watched me forming those first seconds of love bonding with her new baby/person! So many emotions passed between the connection of my eyes to his ageless vision. In those eyes I saw her and him. (I am not going to elaborate on her or him because it was a multitude of them.)

SO, I SAY, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY,! Celebrate life on this day and everyday in that energetic, embracing vital way that only you can. Hold your baby for precious moments to build lasting memories that will sustain you when you sit on a day a long way down life's road. And remember, as the song says, "Slow down, 'cause you're going to miss this!"

I cannot let Mom's Day pass without mentioning my mom! I miss you everyday, Mom. You are the example I try to live by and set for my kids.Love You Forever
by Robert Munsch
A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy Mommy you'll be.
When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:
I'll love you forever,I'll like you for always,As long as I'm livingmy baby you'll be.
(This was sent to me but originally taken from book by Robert Munsch.I recommend his books. See: http://www.robertmunsch.com )