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#acorn. As I mature in age I notice. A tendency not previously there. More time now spent growling. Like a sore headed bear. Little or no patience. For the troubles of youth.
. "Motherhood has the greatest potential influence in human life" -Author unknown-.
What make us who we are. I often ponder this do you. I remember back when I was small and being pushed to be all that I could be.
* If possible listen to the piece of music called 'I giorni' by Ludovico Einoudi which inspired this. And of course my son.
I wonder what my children see when they survey their world. Is it a place of wonderment, a place of hope. Or do they fear what lay ahead.
We need to teach our daughter to distinguish between. A man who flatters her and a man who complements her. A man who spends money on her and a man who invests for her.
One step................Plop. and I fall to the floor Two steps............ Off again I want to explore Three steps....... Now I'm happy and smiling Four steps...........
#100 things- filled in twenty. 1. A child is born 2. The child learns to recognise its parents 3. The child sucks its finger 4. The child smiles The child dances in his walker 5.
The most important lady in his life, woke with a song, The other hid under the duvet, where she did so love to belong.
Children are the future, This planet is in their hands. Teach them well today, And they will be the better man. Our mistakes, they will learn from; Our achievements they will advance.
#bookoflove With your candy floss curls And mischievous eyes Cupids bow mouth Shot straight from the skies. Turn old ladies heads Wherever you go A naughty little grin At the simple word no.
At last, at last, she's walking on her own, Just let go while I was posting an Opuss on the phone. I'm so excited, I'm over moon. There's gonna be trouble, sometime soon.
Chapter. 21: A/N: last chapter x 4 years later...
Woke up this morning, Hadn't a clue where I was, Didn't know if it was the weekend, Or if I needed to go to work. Brain all fuzzy, Eyes full of glue, Took quite some time, for my head to compute.
Oh what a super day Oh what a super night Thousands of young voices singing Bringing, joy, hope and light. Och.... I'm too tired to write in rhyme.
Now I'm quite an independent woman, No job is too hard to find; I'll drive, fly, walk anywhere, Think with my own overloaded mind.
Bob's dead, I'm not sure what to do; He's my sons gold fish, Should I flush him down the loo.
Whatever happened to bedtime stories. Magical words that transport a child sweetly to the land of nod; Whatever happened to that special time.
Unconditional love for you my kids I hold. Loved you before we even met. My love to you is more precious than gold. My unconditional love to you my kids I treasure. You are both my sunshine.
So we are off for some fun Going to wrap up warm I'll look like a sumo Not classy this I warn I know a little place Where others hardly go We can sledge in peace Go wild in the snow The twins are...
Contains swearing xx We have a lovely house hold all civilised and stuff, Try hard to keep it tidy with a hoover and a dust.
As I was giving my son a hug and kiss before he left for college this morning, it made me ponder on a mothers role. This is not meant as an attack on fathers.
I stare into your dazzling eyes,. I'm proud of myself,. I created you both,. With a little help,. 9 months in total,. I watched my bump grow,. I knitted every fibre inside,.
The hamsters dead,. It's being buried near my shed,. The daughters distraught,. Her tempers fraught,. I'm secretly happy,. That we lost the little chappy,. No I'm not being evil,.