Showing posts with label Psalm 113:9. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Psalm 113:9. Show all posts

Friday, September 24, 2010

mommy quotes

Even since the invention of Mother's Day, and probably before that, Moms have been sentimentalized and gushed over.  I love seeing all the DEAR MOTHER paraphenlia in antique stores.  Ornate satin pillows with heavy fringe,with  mushy gushy poems about Their Dear Mother, the equally ornate cross stitch wallhangings, the cards that are so gushy you wonder who really feels that way about their mothers. 

I know my kids love me, but not enough to imortalize their feelings in threads that neatly criss-cross for hundreds and hundreds of rows.

I'm happy with those scribbled notes on little corners ripped from lined paper that say, "I love you, Mom!  Your the best Mom in the hole werld!"

Some adults have overly sentimental sayings about motherhood, too. After a few common Mother quotes that I sentimentally agree with, I added the reality check in fine print. 





Henry Ward Beecher- “A mother's heart is the child's classroom.”

If this is true, then why do some kids play hooky?

And, I wanna know, if my heart is the classroom, where's the principle's office?



Helen Rice- “A mother's love is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, it never fails or falters, even though the heart is breaking.”


Well, to be honest, sometimes moms throw things, stomp their feet and slam doors, but that wouldn't sell many greeting cards, would it?




James Russell Lowell - “That best academy, a mother's knee.” 

 Is that academy called the  School of Hard Knocks?
And does that learning take place sitting on the mother's knees, or bending over them?



Emily Dickinson- “A mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.” 

That's funny, my kids always run away from me when they're in trouble...or hide in their rooms, or under the table or behind the couch...




Mildred B. Vermont- “Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs in my field, since the payment is pure love.”

Yea, I agree, but I am finding it difficult to find a grocery store that accepts love in payment.  My  heart may be full of love, but my wallet is still emtpy. Dandelion bouquets and sticky kisses are priceless, but are not legal tender.


Cardinal Mermillod - "A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take."



It's not only that nobody could take a mother's place, nobdy would. 

I don't see anybody lining up to wash stinky socks that have crusted into lefts and rights.  Never had anybody volunteering to come wash puke out of the sheets in the middle of the night.  Haven't had too many volunteers to clean the three toilets that need bulls-eyes painted in them.  Nobody has stepped in and wanted to referee any of the disagreements over major items like pencils, cards, quarters and the last piece of candy. 

You're right.  Nobody could take my place for all those hard jobs.

And even if they could, I wouldn't give my job to anyone in the world.

Because, then someone would be getting
the  "you're-almost-choking-me" hugs,
the "I-just-had-strawberry-jelly" kisses,
the "I-just-had-a-bad-dream" snuggles where they steal all the covers,
 and the "Mom-do-you-have-a-minute" conversations.

Oh, and don't forget the piles of notes.  I save them.  I cherish them all. I would love to wallpaper my bedroom with them if I knew I was never moving again.


Nobody can take my place, because my place is from the Lord.


Psalm 113:9
 He grants the barren woman a home,
Like a joyful mother of children.
Praise the LORD! 


Yes, praise the Lord, who has blessed us Moms with children, and given us endless love and joy through their lives.

Just don't forget to read the fine print.



Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I Have A Dream

I have a dream that one day, I will go to my scissors drawer, pull out a pair of scissors, and create some fabulous paper creations that will astound my bloggy friends.


That one day, I will go to my medicine cabinet to grab my fingernail clippers, and I will be able to trim my natural salon-looking nails that received a light snag while decorating my home with Martha Stewart.

That one day, I will go use my stapler from my school supply cabinet, and I will be able to staple together the pages of the final draft to my children's book called, "Don't Touch Your Mother's Stuff."

That one day, I will reach for a tissue, and the box will be where I put it, and I will be able to hand one to a friend who is weeping with joy over my wonderful and successful children.

That one day, I will go to the tape drawer, find my scotch tape and be able to actually use it to wrap presents so elegantly the recipients will not want to open them.

That one day,  I will  go to the tape drawer, my clear packing tape will be there, and I will be able to use it to tape up boxes of hand knitted, crocheted and quilted items to mail to all my family living across America.
That one day, I will go to the tape drawer, and my blue painting tape will be there, and I will be able to tape the room neatly before I repaint all the walls and trim so deliciously, my house will be featured in a glossy woman's magazine.

That one day, I will go to use my car, and my keys will be hanging on the hook on the fridge and there will be gas in the tank. There will be NO candy wrappers, tennis shoes, water bottles, half-eaten sandwiches or slime-encrusted library books in the van. It will smell nice. I will run all my errands without fighting with myself and buy myself a treat for being so good.

That one day, I will sit at my sewing table, turn on the lamp, because it will be there, and so will the light bulb inside the lamp. The sewing machine will have the color of thread I need (the color I threaded it with the last time I used it), my pins will be on the pincushion, the sewing scissors will be on their hook and every notion will be cheerily lined up, awaiting my industrious use.

That one day, when I reach for the flashlight beside my bed, my fingers will caress the cold metal, flick the little button and bring light to my weary soul.

I have a dream that one day, I will live in this perfect world, where all my belongings are at my fingertips, just waiting to be lovingly used and to be put back into their designated habitats.

I have a dream.

But to waken from my  current nightmare of reality Mommy life, to the dream world I have created in hazy hallucinations when I have five free seconds all in a row, probably means that all my scissor/tape stealing kids will have to grow up and move out.

That's more depressing than missing scissors.

I would love to work out a compromise.

I want my kids live with me, but put my stuff back after they use it.

That would be a dream come true.

But, until the nightmare becomes the  dream I am dreaming, I will count each missing or misplaced item as a reminder that those little offenders running around my house,

call me Mommy.

That's the real dream come true.

Psalm 113:9

He settles the barren woman in her home

as a happy mother of children.

Praise the LORD.


Now, can He just help me find my scissors?