Written by my Marmie when I was pregnant with Ransom.....
Her days are filled with sweet little boys -
Wiping little noses and picking up toys;
Turning over rocks and looking for slugs -
Going for long walks and catching lots of bugs.
Getting slimy kisses from a dear little face
Or wiping off his tears - 'till there's not a trace!
One likes his hands clean - he doesn't like the grime -
And one doesn't care if he's covered in slime!
She often hears the sound of small running feet,
Or an impish voice say: "Can I have a treat?"
"Mommy, can you read to me - just one more book?"
How could she refuse that precious little look!
"Let's bake some cookies, Mommy! Let's go to the park!"
"Let's go fishing at the pond - Can we stay 'till dark?"
Whether wading in the brooks or catching "tads" and frogs -
They can find all their "treasures" hiding under logs!
Loving everything that creeps, crawls, or flies -
Seeing God's creation through a little boy's eyes!
This is now her world - this daughter of mine -
And nothing would she change that could be so fine
As to hear their childish voices singing her a song -
Or laughing as they play - while the days roll along.
Two little boys - with "another on the way" -
Sometimes can make for a very long day;
But their sunshiney faces, their laughter and their songs
Make her world a brighter place and set right all the wrongs.
For these tender years are gone too soon
And she knows that she will miss
Those little hands - those little feet-
And that tender "goodnight" kiss.
.......
"Treasure these days, Daughter of mine! For "their world" is what YOU make it."
Thank you for the reminder, Marmie.
"Their world" is what I make it.
Jesus, help me to slow. To see.
To remember always.
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1472. A Mother who has been there - who knows.
1473. Reminders - again - of what is truly important.
1474. Seeing life through their eyes.
1475. Investing in Eternity.
1476. Grammy's who love WELL.
1477. Mothers who leave a legacy.
Her days are filled with sweet little boys -
Wiping little noses and picking up toys;
Turning over rocks and looking for slugs -
Going for long walks and catching lots of bugs.
Getting slimy kisses from a dear little face
Or wiping off his tears - 'till there's not a trace!
One likes his hands clean - he doesn't like the grime -
And one doesn't care if he's covered in slime!
She often hears the sound of small running feet,
Or an impish voice say: "Can I have a treat?"
"Mommy, can you read to me - just one more book?"
How could she refuse that precious little look!
"Let's bake some cookies, Mommy! Let's go to the park!"
"Let's go fishing at the pond - Can we stay 'till dark?"
Whether wading in the brooks or catching "tads" and frogs -
They can find all their "treasures" hiding under logs!
Loving everything that creeps, crawls, or flies -
Seeing God's creation through a little boy's eyes!
This is now her world - this daughter of mine -
And nothing would she change that could be so fine
As to hear their childish voices singing her a song -
Or laughing as they play - while the days roll along.
Two little boys - with "another on the way" -
Sometimes can make for a very long day;
But their sunshiney faces, their laughter and their songs
Make her world a brighter place and set right all the wrongs.
For these tender years are gone too soon
And she knows that she will miss
Those little hands - those little feet-
And that tender "goodnight" kiss.
.......
"Treasure these days, Daughter of mine! For "their world" is what YOU make it."
Thank you for the reminder, Marmie.
"Their world" is what I make it.
Jesus, help me to slow. To see.
To remember always.
**************************************
1472. A Mother who has been there - who knows.
1473. Reminders - again - of what is truly important.
1474. Seeing life through their eyes.
1475. Investing in Eternity.
1476. Grammy's who love WELL.
1477. Mothers who leave a legacy.
1 comment:
Amy, I love this post!!! I sooo miss those days of slimy, muddy little fingers and kisses.....more books, more smiles, more hugs, bed-time baths and giggles. They grow up sooo fast! Thanks for the precious reminder of those beautiful days and memories that are too quickly forgotten by the battlescars of the day.
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