Check
out the comic strip that can make you
laugh at it all!
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Every mother has them - those remarkable
experiences that come only from raising
children. They are often funny, sometimes
touching, but always
heartening. We invite you to share some of those special
memories that have shaped our lives and made us a "mommy.'
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I Am Beautiful! |
The
other night after her bath I was combing her
hair. Whenever we comb her hair or put it in a
ponytail she utters, “I’m not pretty.”
I assume
this is because for the past 2 years whenever we
combed we must have told her she was pretty. She
is!
Me: You
are
Goddess:
No, I’m not
Me: Are
you ugly?
Goddess:
No, I’m not ugly.
Me: Are
you cute?
Goddess:
No, I’m not cute.
Me: So
what are you?
Goddess:
I am beautiful!!!
Ahhh, I
can only hope that she is always so confident.
And she is beautiful, even when she is giving me
her mad face which she totally staged.
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- Maria Gagliano
Greenwood Lake , NY
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Kitty (Purr) |
My baby boy loves kittens! One day we went up to his nanny's
(grandma's) house and he spotted the kittens. He would crawl
after them making a purr sound and yelling his own version of
"kitty." Now, since he is almost a year old, he will motion
for the kitten to come to him, purr and yell, "Kitty." It is
so cute because he could entertain himself for hours playing with
the kittens.- Kylie
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Pillows and Blankets |
My little boy thinks all the pillows in the house are his along with
all the blankets. If you have a blanket on you or are laying
on a pillow, he will pull it off of you or out from underneath you.
- Kylie
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The Significance Of A Feather |
Some know the story, some don't, but something compelled me to write
this so I am. Here goes.
My son, Bubba, had a pet chicken. He loved this chicken. He adopted
her when she was real young. He carried the chicken, that he named
"Foofie" everywhere. Bubba bathed it, played with it, watched tv with it, and
sometimes even slept with it. He took care of that chicken better than
any toy he had.
When I went into the hospital to have the baby, the kids stayed with
Jennifer. Anthony died just a few minutes after birth on August 9, 2006.
Chris went home to check on things and Foofie was gone. All that was
left was a few feathers. We don't know what happened to her but we assume
another animal got her, judging by the feathers. It was so hard to tell
Bubba. He'd already lost a brother he was so looking forward to, and
now he'd lost his favorite pet. It was a sad time for us already and that
didn't help.
Well, I came home from the hospital and the kids came home and Bubba
went strait to where those chicken feathers were. He picked one up and
put it in his pocket. We didn't ask questions. If he wanted a feather he
could sure have one. What he did with the feather surprised us all.
Anthony died on a Wednesday. His viewing at the funeral home was on
Monday. We all went to see him. The kids were scared at first, but Bubba
came up and asked me a question and it made me cry. He took the chicken
feather he'd been carrying around and handed it to me and I did as he
asked. I put it in Anthony's hand. That's where Bubba had wanted that
feather from the very beginning and that's where it was when he was
buried. A lot of people asked the significance of that feather, and I told
them, but I don't think they really got how much it meant to Bubba. He
didn't keep one for himself, he just took one, and I guess to him that's
all he needed.
But there is another way that "someone" be it God or whatever helped
him cope. When I came home from the hospital, our mama chicken had
hatched a few eggs and we had bitties. Bubba was checking on them and there
was an egg on the ground half opened, covered in ants. He brought it in
and we saved the little baby chick. If he hadn't of went out there when
he did, that baby chick would have died. So we raised it, and spoilt
it, and it took our minds off of things. That chicken is now a grown
rooster almost and he's still spoilt rotten. So Peepers as he's called
helped us all, though you might think I'm crazy. But crazy as I may be, I
know the significance of a feather, and that's all I need.
- Misty C. Renfroe
Phenix City, Alabama
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Be Careful What You Say! |
My grandson, Dontay, was listening to a
conversation I was having with his mother and papa. I told
them both how hardheaded I thought they were for not doing what I
had asked them to do earlier. Dontay all of a sudden comes in
the room and says to me, "Nana, do you think you are the only one
that is ever right?" We all busted out laughing, although I
was totally embarrassed. It just goes to show you what comes
out of the "mouth of babes." Be careful what you say around
those sensitive ears!
- Eve Hall
Atlanta
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Don't forget the pictures |
On August 10, 2005, my mom, my niece, my sister
and I went to dinner to celebrate my niece's birthday and my
upcoming birthday on the 13th. Mom wanted to take pictures,
but I wasn't ready for any pictures to be taken. On the 11th,
my mother was killed in a car wreck. Now, I wish I would have
taken the time for those pictures. I regret it everyday.
When someone you love wants to take a picture, don't hesitate; take
them. You may not have the opportunity next time.
Pictures keep your family and those special someones alive in your
heart and mind. So, don't forget the pictures.
- Charlotte Keating
Beaverton, Oregon
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And also with you... |
The other day I was at the mall with my
nineteen month old son, Aaron. As he and I waited for my
sister to finish her shopping, I noticed that he was going around to
all of the mannequins in the store and grabbing their hands.
He was also saying something, but at first I couldn't make it out.
Finally, as I watched a little closer I realized that he was shaking
each mannequins hand and saying "peace" like he was at church.
The rest of the day I received the sign of peace from my little boy
about two hundred and fifty times.
- Amy Hicks
Glen Dale, West Virginia
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