My home is filled with finger prints on everything & is never quiet. My hair is usually a meaa and I'm alays tired, but there is alwaya love and laughter here. In twenty years my children won'y remember the house or my hair.
Yes , that the full description of your job, pumping blood . Don't get my hopes up from a single text, don't crush me from the silence between me and him and don't make me feel so much for him, happy or sad, good or bad . I'd rather much be numb .
I have bought this beautiful book for all my grandchildren and all my great nieces when they were born. My oldest granddaughter is 5 ...all I have to do is say "On the night you were born" and she will complete the rest of the book.
Partial poem by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. "Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow, for babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep."
So many people ask me, when are you going back to school or when are you going to work again or what do you want to be? In all honesty, I want to be the best Mom for my kids. I just want to sit back and watch them grow! Their dreams, needs, and wants come first!