I've changed your diapers.
I've changed your sheets and your clothes,
But you've changed my soul.
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It's now 3 am,
My body misses my bed,
But it's this I'll miss.
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I had a plan once:
6 kids, clean house, quiet voice.
God's plan was better.
Showing posts with label Julie...Poetry?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julie...Poetry?. Show all posts
23 March 2010
19 March 2010
Family History Friday -- Motherhood Edition
What was it like for you when your children were young?
I just couldn't resist making this question it's own post.
Answer: Have you been reading this blog for the past two years????
Just kidding. I have a real answer...in haiku (well, poor man's haiku, at least).
First word to mind: Loud.
It's more: tears, mud, poop, milk spilled.
No, much more: Perfect.
I just couldn't resist making this question it's own post.
Answer: Have you been reading this blog for the past two years????
Just kidding. I have a real answer...in haiku (well, poor man's haiku, at least).
First word to mind: Loud.
It's more: tears, mud, poop, milk spilled.
No, much more: Perfect.
23 December 2008
18 May 2008
Unfinished Conversations...
Well, it's been several days now since I went to visit Cheryl. I've been busy living life since then, so I haven't had the time to write about the adventure. I loaded the kids in the van Wednesday (can you believe we were on the road by 9:15?! Amazing!) and we got on our way down to Provo. I consider a trip successful when we don't have to turn on the movie -- and we were successful! Thanks to the wonders of GPS, we made it without any wrong turns and only about 4 potty stops. I was so excited when we pulled into her driveway!
The kids took a bit to warm up to each other, but once they did, things went great. They played outside, in the basement, and all around us. Brigham was a pill, though! He took every toy Cheryl's #4 would get into his hands -- it was always accompanied by a "mine." I really was embarassed, especially because Brigham is usually so mild mannered. It only took him about 3 hours to stop bullying little #4.
We enjoyed 6 hours of madness. We ate lunch and dinner together (thank you for being so accommodating, Cheryl!) and I left her house in utter chaos. Really. We didn't help with dishes or toy clean-up or anything! I'm really grateful for good friends who understand the need to leave at that moment -- the one that means "leave now or it will be another hour!".
We got home in time for bed and I was exhausted! I can only wonder how Cheryl felt. Since that day, I've had this idea for a poem swirling around in my brain. I will disclaim here that I possess not the gift of poetry. In fact, the last poem I wrote was for Mrs. Petersen's English class in the eleventh grade. It was a limerick and it went like this:
There once was a girl named Sue Ellen
Her breath, they said, was bad smellin'
She said, "It smells sweet cause I eats sugar beets"
But we found it was old rotten melon.
Pretty good, huh? I know...so, 12 years later, here's poem number two, although not a limerick!
Unfinished Conversations
I went to visit a friend today.
Our kids, we hoped, would stay quiet and play
So we could talk and laugh and chat...
But the children would have none of that.
Each time we talked of something new,
A child would say, "Can you fix my shoe?"
Or "I need to potty" or "He took my toy."
Somehow we greeted it with joy.
For although many words were left unspoken,
The real conversation was never broken.
It went like this, "I love you friend -- I know this life
For I am also a mother and wife."
Cheryl, thank you for such a fun day.
The kids took a bit to warm up to each other, but once they did, things went great. They played outside, in the basement, and all around us. Brigham was a pill, though! He took every toy Cheryl's #4 would get into his hands -- it was always accompanied by a "mine." I really was embarassed, especially because Brigham is usually so mild mannered. It only took him about 3 hours to stop bullying little #4.
We enjoyed 6 hours of madness. We ate lunch and dinner together (thank you for being so accommodating, Cheryl!) and I left her house in utter chaos. Really. We didn't help with dishes or toy clean-up or anything! I'm really grateful for good friends who understand the need to leave at that moment -- the one that means "leave now or it will be another hour!".
We got home in time for bed and I was exhausted! I can only wonder how Cheryl felt. Since that day, I've had this idea for a poem swirling around in my brain. I will disclaim here that I possess not the gift of poetry. In fact, the last poem I wrote was for Mrs. Petersen's English class in the eleventh grade. It was a limerick and it went like this:
There once was a girl named Sue Ellen
Her breath, they said, was bad smellin'
She said, "It smells sweet cause I eats sugar beets"
But we found it was old rotten melon.
Pretty good, huh? I know...so, 12 years later, here's poem number two, although not a limerick!
Unfinished Conversations
I went to visit a friend today.
Our kids, we hoped, would stay quiet and play
So we could talk and laugh and chat...
But the children would have none of that.
Each time we talked of something new,
A child would say, "Can you fix my shoe?"
Or "I need to potty" or "He took my toy."
Somehow we greeted it with joy.
For although many words were left unspoken,
The real conversation was never broken.
It went like this, "I love you friend -- I know this life
For I am also a mother and wife."
Cheryl, thank you for such a fun day.
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