Some Recipes to Live & Love By!!!!
What!
You thought these would be edible? Well, they are, just let your heart
take them in to nourish you. You'll see.. they will put a smile upon your
face and a warmth inside your soul! I will be adding to it as WE GROW!
Respect the Child.
Be not too much his parent.
Trespass not on his solitude.
Ralph
Waldo Emerson
It is a wise father that
knows his own child.
William
Shakespeare
Dark is the night,and fitful
and drearily Rushes the wind,like the waves of the sea! Little care I,
as here I sit cheerily, Wife at my side and my baby on my knee; King, king,
crown me the king: Home is the kingdom and love is the king!
William
Rankin Dwyer
When I was a boy of fourteen,
my father was so ignorant. I could hardly stand to have the old man around.
But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned
in seven years.
Mark
Twain
We need love's tender lessons
taught As only weakness can; God hath His small interpreter; The Child
must teach the man.
John
Greenleaf Whittier
Happy is he that is happy
in his children.
Thomas
Fuller
This was sent to me by Emily, thanks my
Friend!
WET OATMEAL KISSES
The baby is teething; The
children are crying. Your husband just called and said "Eat dinner without
me." One of these days you'll explode and shout to the kids, "Why don't
you grow up and act your age?" And they will. Or "You guys get outside
and find yourself something to do," and "don't slam the door" And they
don't. You'll straighten their bedrooms all neat and tidy; toys displayed
on the shelf. Hangers in the closet; animals caged. You'll yell, "Now I
want it to stay this way." And it will. You'll yell, "I want complete privacy
on the phone -- no screaming! Do you hear me?" And no one will answer.
No more plastic tablecloths
with stains of spaghetti.
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet knotted shoelaces,
muddy boots, or rubberbands for ponytails. Imagine a lipstick with a point!
No babysitter for New Year's
Eve. Washing clothes only once a week.
No PTA meetings or silly
school plays where your child is a tree.
No car pools, blaring stereos,
or forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents
made of library paste and toothpicks.
No wet oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No more giggles in the dark,
scraped knees to kiss or sticky fingers to wash.
Only a voice asking - "Why
don't you grow up?" And a silent echo -- "I did."
Author Unkown
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