Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

so far this week we have...

washed the van

found a robins egg

read the same children's books many times over

picked up 101 cookie cutters off the floor

ate yummy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

packed some boxes

let Nathan have a sleepover

allowed Nathan unlimited playtime with his friends (hence the lack of pictures of him)

played basketball

had a nice visit with neighbors

built many train tracks

started a puzzle

layed back in the grass while Zayne and Noah picked some flowers in the yard

enjoyed walks in the neighborhood

watched some shows on Netflix with the hubby

swung my boys on the swing set until my arms got tired

built many towers and tunnels


mowed this yard for the last time

discussed our future and our long time goals

had devotion every night --even when daddy can't be here he tunes in by face time on our phones

stayed up late

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Inspiration for Mothers.

I love reading things that inspire me as a Mother. I am always searching. I am always learning. I found these two poems last night and I wanted to share them. They are so very true.

It’s not so much what you say
As the manner in which you say it;
It’s not so much the language you use
As the tone in which you convey it;
“Come here!” I sharply said,
And the child cowered and wept.
“Come here,” I said –
He looked and smiled
And straight to my lap he crept.
Words may be mild and fair
And the tone may pierce like a dart;
Words may be soft as the summer air
But the tone may break my heart;
For words come from the mind
Grow by study and art –
But tone leaps from the inner self
Revealing the state of the heart.
Whether you know it or not,
Whether you mean or care,
Gentleness, kindness, love, and hate,
Envy, anger, are there.
Then, would you quarrels avoid
And peace and love rejoice?
Keep anger not only out of your words –
Keep it out of your voice.

~Author Unknown

I took a piece of plastic clay.
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.

I came again when days were past:
The bit of clay was hard at last.
The form I gave it still it bore,
And I could fashion it no more!

I took a piece of living clay,
And gently pressed it day by day,
And moulded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years had gone:
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore
And I could fashion it no more.
Author Unknown