Friday, May 30, 2008
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Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
In two days, you will be 15 months old! How did the time pass by so very quickly? It seems as though i've blinked and you are now growing into a little girl, walking, laughing, chatting and trying to run. I've never seen a child with such a joy for life; your Daddy often tells me that we should have named you "Joy" for not only your personality but the pure joy you have brought into our lives. Our lives are truly blessed for having you in it!
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
"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 chil dren 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 wide. And mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And 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!
"If you still have her near, then cherish and adore her! For once she's gone, there's no going back! If she has passed, then never forget her, not even for a second! For when you have passed, she will be the first waiting for you!
♡ Scribbled by ~Isabel at 6:42 PM
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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Friday, May 9, 2008
So happy that it's Wednesday! It's not that we have a lot planned, it's just a different pace and i relax a little. I think that i take my "job" as a Mommy a bit too serious some days (okay, most days!)....Robert is the "fun" one, i'm afraid. He's the "let's-go-down-the-slide" Daddy and i'm the "that's not a little girl slide" kinda Mommy. No one ever mentioned to me before becoming a Mommy that there were so many "dangers" that i needed to "protect" my daughter from. Can you tell which one of us in our little family has some serious relaxing to do? Yup, that would be me. So, i'm trying to relax a bit more in my "Mommyness".
I try not to be high strung, really, i do. I try not to look out for danger and let Emma learn things on her own, like falling down is okay, you just get back up. I try to treat that as an "oh-oh, you fell down, you're okay" moment instead of swooping down and holding her. I don't want to be "stalker-Mommy", ready to swoop down in a moments notice to keep the world safe. (and, yes, i use to make fun of Mommies who act like i do now, wondering why in the world they wouldn't just relax?? What WAS wrong with THEM?? Yesh, it's so easy to be a Mommy when you aren't one!) If i do this, if i act like this, i worry that Emma will never learn to be a self assured little girl. It does seem to me that whether i want to admit it or not, this little girl is growing up right before my eyes and is beginning to form her own little personality. She's fearless. No steps are too much, no noise seems to startle her, she loves water and being splashed, she loves bouncing on her bouncy chair and the higher the better, being on Daddy's shoulders brings on little girls squeals and giggles as he bounces (sigh, YES, he bounces....he looks like freakin' Tigger). Meanwhile, Mommy is in the corner, hyperventilating because she thinks that the little one is in 'danger' of falling.
As a child, i remember being scared of everything. The dark, loud noise, loud voices, thunder...this list could go on and on. I wanted to feel safe. For some reason, i didn't. I always wanted to be held and cuddled. I wanted to be near my Mom....i wasn't a happy camper when she would leave the room. Maybe some children are like this, you know, it's just who they are. Maybe it's part of their personality. Maybe that's the way that God made them. So i figured that maybe, all children would be like this to a certain extent.....
Nope. Not happenin' here. Emma is independent. She's not a cuddler unless i have a bottle in my hand. She'll let you pick her up and cuddle her for a few seconds, but then she's off looking for the next adventure. She's not needy. Heck, she's an easy child when i compare her to other folks children. I guess being a Mommy is about figuring out the kind of child you have and doing the best you can to meet their needs. And it's not about smothering and chasing away all dangers. Oh, some dangers are unacceptable, but the ones like running too fast and falling? Really, i need to get a grip. I can't let my personality effect the natural Emma personality that is now starting to form. I don't want her to be scared of her shadow, i don't want her to be fearful of life, i don't want her to be scared of falling down, i don't want her to be scared of the dark.
My hope for Emma is as it is for me: to be fearless and to love herself. To take chances and to love life as she is. To not be afraid of life because after all, you do get what you put out there in life.
It truly all starts with me, doesn't it?
♡ Scribbled by ~Isabel at 5:16 AM
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008
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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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Monday, May 5, 2008
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
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Saturday, May 3, 2008
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Friday, May 2, 2008
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Thursday, May 1, 2008
As a first time Mommy, you learn lots of new and interesting things. Like what you think is sand in your sweet daughter's poop is NOT sand (thank you, Dr. Rothman for not laughing at me hysterically when i called about this, btw) but just undigested Cheerios. Really, who knew? Emma has never been even near sand yet so i couldn't figure out, oh, never mind. Undigested Cheerios look like sand? Really? It's not in any of the child care books i've read. As a first time older Mommy, it's almost a job requirement to read every possible book you can get your hands on about how to raise a child and there was never any mention of how Cheerios can look like sand in a baby's poop. ick....let's just say, i have a lot to learn about my new Mommy gig.
But i love being a Mommy. You hear about a "Mother's Love" but until you feel it, until you wrap your arms around it, you truly don't understand. I am now one of "them"....you know, the women who can hear their child whimper from 5 miles away, the women who can make boo-boos better with a kiss and a hug, the women who get thrown up on by their little ones and don't care, the women who sleep with one ear 'on' all night in case they are needed to chase away bad dreams, the women who love like they never thought possible. I will also be among the ranks in years to come to wear a Mother's Day macaroni necklace, which i am truly excited about. And all because of a little child who calls you "Mama". It is indeed, the sweetest word to hear.
And oh, i hear the sweetest word now....it's actually the screaming of the sweetest word, but oh, what a sweet sound. I'm a Mama! :)
♡ Scribbled by ~Isabel at 1:07 PM