For you, a poignant poem – in the hue of Proverbs 4:23 – for a mother to carry in her pocket and ask her children often. It’s the first motherhood poem that I stored in my memory: Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble … Read More
Beautiful faces…
“Mom, is she beautiful??” In anticipation of questions like this, I memorized this poem: Beautiful faces are they that wear The light of a pleasant spirit there. Beautiful hands are they that do Deeds that are noble, good, and true. Beautiful feet are they that go Swiftly to ease another’s woe. I say this little rhyme to Lia as I … Read More
On Loooong Days with Kids…
Some days with children can seem to last forever. Maybe everyone is out of sorts. Maybe you are just so exhausted that you can’t think of thing to do with those little bundles of energy. Here are some ideas to keep on hand when you find yourself in the middle of a loooong day: visit the neighbors invite a friend over … Read More
100 Things (This is what real bloggers do for anniversaries and such.)
1. I love a good back scratch, 2. and a good teeth-cleanin’, 3. and a good run. 4. I love impressive words like bombastic, equilibrium, and paleontologist, 5. but I love profound concepts like freedom, forgiveness, and mercy, even more. 6. I like to cut my fingernails all-the-way short and only use clear nail polish on them. (My childhood piano … Read More
“On My Rocker”: And Okay About It
Tied Down “They tie you down,†a woman said, Whose cheeks should have been flaming red With shame to speak of children so. “When babies come you cannot go In search of pleasure with your friends, And all your happy wandering ends. The things you like you cannot do, For babies make a slave of you.†I looked at her … Read More
