My sister sent this to me....thought you'd enjoy it:
When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid, And bring so much happiness just as they did. I want to pay back all the joy they've provided, Returning each deed! Oh, they'll be so excited! (When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)
I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues, I'll bounce on the furniture while wearing my shoes. I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out, I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout! (When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)
When they're on the phone and just out of reach, I'll get into things like sugar and bleach. Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head, And when that is done, I'll hide under the bed! (When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)
When they cook dinner and call me to eat, I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat, I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table, And when they get angry I'll run if I'm able! (When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)
I'll sit close to the TV, through the channels I'll click, I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick. I'll take off my socks and throw one away, And play in the mud until the end of the day! (When I'm an old lady and live with my kids)
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh, I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes, My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping, And say with a groan, She's so sweet when she's sleeping!
Are you one of those moms who sweetly say to their kids, while they have an evil grin on their face: "My fondest wish for you is that when you're grown up you have a little girl/boy just like you."
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I'm even more blunt than that - the other day my youngest grandson was in some hot water (nothing very serious) but my daughter is used to her elder son being the most trouble free kid anyone ever had, so she took it badly. After bending my ear for half an hour she paused and said, 'So what do you think of that?" and I told her I would give him a hug when I saw him for doing to her what she so often did to me.
I got my revenge on my daughter when her first child, a daughter was born. I whispererd in that tiny infants's ear, loud enough so my daughter could hear me, telling her that since her mommy had tatooed "my baby", I would pay for her first tatoo on spring break to tatoo my daughter's baby.
It is actually one of my fondest wishes--DS and DD were both wonderful. Not "good"--but funny, kind, independent, great little beings to be around, even in moments when we disagreed. But I do get amused when DD uses her teacher voice on her new dog, and it yips back at her, since I think her first complete sentence was "you're not the boss of me." Dawne
Our two youngest were like that, but if I`d waited a few years I doubt if they`d have been born - our oldest was such an absolute PITA. Actually she turned out to have Bi-Polar and although she started to show signs of it at the age of seven, the Doctor pooh-poohed my concerns, and she got steadily worse although we didn`t realise that it wasn`t entirely her fault ( just put it down to sheer bad behaviour) until she was about 17 and it was finally diagnosed! No wonder the poor kid was the teenager from hell!
I wish that original Doctor was still alive so he could be told what chaos he caused by sheer ineptitude!
Pat P
Luckily the younger two have always been a pleasure to have around - and are still!
Oh, all right, already! :) It truly is one of the nicest ones I've seen. Here 'tis:
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom, this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."
So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday, I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light."
"And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung open, and the mother said, "Now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death!
Hey! I've got two of those! DD#1 is the carbon copy of DH, and DD#2 is just like me, with a dash of DH (just to make life *really* interesting!) The grandmas just laugh themselves silly.... we've stopped calling to tell them about the kids' hijinks.
What's better is when your DD calls and says "I'm so sorry I put you through all that" etc. Her 16 year old son is my sweet revenge. She stopped calling me long ago to complain about what he was into 'cause I'd just laugh...and laugh...and laugh
-- Naomah Black WIP - Chatelaine # 22 "Water Garden" Lavender Wings "Witches' Dance" Roy Black's "Conversing With Fairies"
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