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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CODY

 

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My Baby Boy and Me


It's three AM, they're all asleep,
and no-one's here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

His little hand is feather light
Tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine,
and stroke his baby skin.

The house about us creaks and groans,
The clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still,
And makes his baby sounds.

I love these quiet hours so much,
And cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart
For lonely nights to come.

All too soon he'll be grown up,
His need for mama gone.
But until then I still have time
For kisses and for song.

Time for quiet hours like this
With him cuddled in my arms,
Where I wish he'd always stay
Protected, safe and warm.

And yet I know the day will come
When his tiny little hand,
will be bigger than my own.
He'll grow to be a man.

But until then he's mine to love
With no one here to see.
As we rock slowly back and forth,
My baby boy and me.

...Author Unknown


From Marianne

A Mother's Midnight Prayer


Lord, Help me remember, when I feel it's a chore,
That the time will come when I'll hold him no more
Asleep on my chest,
(The crib refused, the blanket, the pacifier, gone unused).
What better place is there to lay his head
Than against my heart, my arms his bed?
For infants grow up and leave us behind
With only memories left to remind
Of midnight walking and predawn rocking,
Of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep.
So Lord, make me patient and keep me awake
While I cradle this child, and don't let me take
For granted the moments I spend in the night
With this baby--Your gift, my joy, my delight.


author unknown

 

 


 

A Boy Is

Trust with dirt on its face,

Beauty with a cut on its finger,

Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair,

and the hope of the future with

A frog in its pocket.

...Author Unknown

 


From Misty

Grandmothers come to call carrying shopping bags with Very Interesting Bulges.



Grandmothers are about twenty
inside...sometimes six.



Grandmas don't just say "that's nice" - they reel back and roll their eyes and throw up their hands and smile. You get your money's worth out of grandmas.



Grandmothers are the people who take delight in
hearing babies breathing into the telephone.



Grandmothers are built to cuddle into, like a duvet.



Grandmothers are good at sitting on the floor to play, but they can be terribly difficult to get upright again.



Grandmothers have bottomless handbags.



Grandmas bring flowers when your pet dies...
and sit and cries with you.



Grandmas give you the cherry off the top.



All grandmothers like letters. Even if they just consist of a squiggle and a dirty finger mark.



Grandmothers have old feet and young hearts.



Grandmas outlast tyrants. That's why the world survives.

From DeeDee

Things Mother's Learn

I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot decide for you.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you about drink, but I can't say "no" for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can't prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can't achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can't force you to be gracious.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.

...Author Unknown


Priorities

I hope my children look back on today,
And see a Mother who had time to play!
Children grow up while you're not looking,
There'll be years ahead for cleaning and cooking,
So quiet now, cobwebs; dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

...Unknown Author