Thursday, April 30, 2009
Growing Up To Fast
When you become a parent no one ever tells you that things will ever be easy. As my kids getting older I often sit down and pull out the baby books and remember the times when they just sat on my lap, asked me to sing to them, read them a book, or just hold them because they are just not feeling good. Now that my kids are growing up and turning to young adults its harder to do those things. Getting ready for sports, prom, graduation parties, cheerleading or just friends hang out for the day. It just don't seem to be enough hours in the day to get things done. And don't forget you need to have time to work to pay for it all and then there is your husband wondering when he can have time with his wife. I am waiting for that hand book that should be manditory when you make a big disicion about having a child or even getting married. But after 17 year of being a mommy my handbook hasn't arrived!!! I think It is time to give up the hope that it is coming. So I will stick to thething I know the best, leave my life in Gods hands and let him help me down the path that he put me on.
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Hey there sis-- I will be married 30 yrs this May and I never received a handbook either. It is all trial by erroe and the Lord in all of it. It is all because of him (and our guidance) that the girls turned out to be the women they are today. hang in there!!!
Dont give up on each other either. when the kids are grown and gone you will have just the 2 of you again. enjoy every moment-they grow up fast.
Linda
This must be your 1st marrage hang in there it gets better with time dont give up
Wow so you have a lot on your hands you have his kids and then your kids together you must be a really strong women god blesse you
If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses;
but the obstacles blacken the countryside,
and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.
Dreams sustain us through the madness;
goals give a finish line to our race.
Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,
and remain elusive throughout the quest.
Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;
we will drag them with us to slow us down.
The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting, which allow us
to glimpse the road ahead before darkness descends.
Love is bitter, yet it is the bread that keeps us.
Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.
The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,
yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.
There are others trying to race to the end;
occasionally, we bump into one or two.
The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely
but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.
Alone is not a bad way to be;
it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.
Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,
but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.
Childrens vews!
Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.
Every time you kill me,
I am born again.
Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.
And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.
Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,
And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.
Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,
And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.
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