'That' Child

A shadow slips out the door

and glides silently down the hall.

If my eyes hadn't been open

I'd have not heard him at all.

He stands at the window

with nose pressed to the glass.

Dream of the fun of the day before

Playing with friends in the green grass.

All around him the stars

Shine so bright

Yet he stands there

No thought of fright.

When Dad checks on him

By quietly padding down the hall

Wondering why 'That' child

Thinks this is an 11 o'clock ball.

'That' child is simply silent

With thumb in his mouth,

He'll not utter a sound

You'd about think him a mouse.

But for the fact of the

 now silent bed,

You know that he's missing

And from his room has fled.

So out to the kitchen

Dad silently goes

It's time to tred softly

and watch those toes.

He leads a sleepy

But wide awake child

Back to his bed

Where you hope he stays 'while.

And peaceful sleep

with fall over us again.

A Boy & His Calf

'Oh, dear', he sighs, as he glances at the clock. 'I've gotta get out there. They be letting the cows back in.' And he hurriedly shovels the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. 'Good-bye, Mom. Thanks for the breakfast', as out the door he goes. I won't see him for another hour or more.

Earlier this spring I would have declared that child could tell time. The barn schedule was a bit different then, they would let the cows out around 10 and he knew when it was that time.

In the middle of play he would jump up and announce it was time to 'go let the cows out'. Or he'd be using the bathroom. (Which is not a simple thing for him. He has to strip all clothing because 'It might get dirty, Mom.') He'll come flying out of the bathroom, 'Gotta get to the barn. They letting the cows out.'

Now they let the cows out soon after milking. So he gets up around 7, get dressed and heads out the door. Most often it's even before I'm up, and he won't be back in 'til close to 9. He loves helping to let the cows out for their daily exercise and then re-tieing them in their stalls. And he takes this job very seriously, and rarely misses a day.

One day to his delight there was a 'red boy calf' born. He loves 'boy calves', and does not like the 'girl ones'. Anyway, his dad gave it to him, as long as he takes care of it.  And he has been doing an awesome job at it. Now and then I need to remind him in the afternoon and then he quickly declares he wants to 'sell the dumb thing'.

So far this calf hasn't a name, other then 'the dumb calf', 'my boy calf' or 'the red bull'. He is quite proud of the little guy. He was happy to inform me one day 'I rode the wild thing', the poor thing was only a few days old. If he'd try it now, he'd have the time of his life trying to stay on it.

The calf has just been weaned from the bottle. So Collin is enjoying the easier feedings, without a butting calf, who could about bull him over. (No pun intended.) I was quite proud of him when he took the bucket of milk out for the first time. He used the wheelbarrow-2 wheeled feed cart thing to haul the pail. The wheelbarrow is about to much for him to handle but he figured out how to get it under the fence and up the heifer pasture to the calf's pen. I'm not sure how much milk that calf got for his supper!!

My little boy is growing up so fast!! I can hardly believe he is becoming such a 'little man'. Where is time going??

I am treasuring each moment, I love these memories we are making. One day he'll no longer want to sit in my lap for a story, he won't be so quick to snuggle up beside me for a hug and some 'I love you's'.

I love you, Collin.

Burns Update

I wanted to post this on Thurs. but my past week was sooo full. But totally BLESSED!!! Ever have one of those?? A week you absolutely loved but were also very glad to see it come to an end??  (We had VBS at our Church this week, my husband was Superintendent, so we were VERY much involved!!)

Rylen's burns are looking very, very good!!

Before: (If you wanna see more pics and the story how it happened, read my post here.)

2 weeks later

His Leg

His Hand

Sorry I didn't get a good one of his foot. He wasn't impressed with the whole picture taking idea.

I have been amazed at the speed at which the burns have healed!! But then again, why should I be?? God is the healer and he has done a wonderful job at healing my baby pretty fast.

I'm also so thankful for the wisdom He has given others, and that they have shared it. In a book that my Mother-in-law picked  up with the B & W Salve, it shared how to use burdock leaves on burns. I didn't bother using that at first, as I figured the B & W would be enough.

But by that Wed. his burn on his leg was healing and sticking to the gauze. So every time I would change the bandage -2x a day- he would cry and cry. He hated it!! I would have to yank the gauze off, causing it to open and bleed again.

Then is when I started reading that burn book more thoroughly. And realized the burdock also helps keep the wound moist, and is a barrier between the gauze and wound..

I had some growing out beside the barn. All you have to do is pick leaves 6-12 in. big. And off a plant not taller then 18 in. 

Bring a pot of water to scalding point (Not quite to a boil.) Turn off and throwing a leaf. Let sit for 5 minutes. Put on a towel to absorb extra moisture. Pat both sides. Slather salve on the top side of leaf, and put on burns. Then wrap with gauze. (I bought Walmart out in the first week.)

 If you don't have one the right size, cut it all down and let it start over. You can harvest them to use in winter too. Just let them dry.

I'm wondering about making a salve out of the leaves... Put it may be a while before I tackle that one.

It was just over a week after it happened that I noticed his hand was healing funny. So I consulted with my cousin and Mom. Yes, the main crease in his hand was growing together. And frankly, it scared me!! I had read that you need to be careful with burns on hands, as it will do that. Not knowing just what to do, I decided to just keep it very moist, lots of Miracle Salve and/or B&W on it. And every time I changed the bandages, I would stretch the palm and really massage it. After 4-5 days I started noticing it was separating and looking normal. And now his hand is just a tad red from the new skin there.

I don't think he will have any scars on his hand or foot, and I'm pretty sure on his leg won't as well. Although it still turns purple when cold and bright red when he's hot.

All I know is that he was a real trooper through it all. -Keeping his bandages on, (for the most part, only messing with them when he was bored.) letting me unwrap and rewrap, cleaning, etc. He put up with a lot of pain and annoying wraps.

Update July 26th- I found a site with some more info in the B&W and about treating burns with it. There are testimonies and more. Check it out. There is more info there as well, such search.

Also I found a site you can buy it at too. Better then greens is also a place where you can buy the Burn Book as well.

Another thing I've been reading, is that on young children, and even others, the skin can become intolerant of the salve. So you should change salve every 2-3 days so it doesn't become irritated. I know it for a fact, as it happened with Rylen. Even now if I but on the B&W he will get a rashy-raised bumps reaction to it. So keep that in mind.

Burns & Babies...

Last Thursday was a day to remember... The boys n I were at a friends house. We were just done eating lunch, when my baby began to cry, in a way I knew he was really hurting. (As Mom's, we know our baby's cry's!) He was out on the deck, and had been playing. I looked around for something that may have hurt him, but there wasn't really anything there. Then one of the boys told me he walked on a sheet of metal laying there and that 'it was hot'. So I promptly went into the bathroom and put his feet in the sink n filled it with cold water. Then I tried to see what all was wrong. His left hand showed signs of something, with the skin being pinched up along the bottom of his palm, so I put that under water. Then I noticed his left leg looked funny, so was throwing water on that.

I headed home then, and was planning to use my Aloe Vera plant, totally using it up if I had to!! But realized I couldn't do it by myself, with a little body that was filled with pain and just wanting his Mom to hold him. A quick call to my Mother-in-law, brought her to my side in just a few minutes. And she brought along the B & W Salve!!!

And we tenderly smeared the salve on his burns and wrapped them up. I then sat and snuggled with him, as he drowsily laid in my arms. He couldn't sleep, and was restless. But quiet, as he lay there. Then within about a half an hour he decided he wanted to go. I knew he would not be able to walk on his right foot, but knew he would have to learn for himself.

He decided my lap was BEST!! And was happy to just stay there. He was by then pain free and acting more like himself. But I knew the road to healing was just beginning...

He would have many days of being wrapped up and pain filled moments. And days where he would not be able to walk. How do you tell a 13 1/2 mth old he can't go play like normal?? He felt so good, but for the fact that the burn on his foot was a huge blister.

He started walking again on Sat. He was so tired of crawling on one foot and one knee, (He couldn't crawl on his left leg or walk on his right foot.) So that evening after his shower/bath I popped it. And he acted like it felt so much better.

So now it is his leg that looks the worse. And it pains him the most. The skin has mostly come off and it's raw flesh, that bleeds easily and is just painful. It's painful for me to even look at it. It hurts me that I have to hurt him, every time I re-bandage his burns.

His hand and foot look really good. The skin is slowly coming off, but there is lots of healing going on under that skin. And I think it is for the best. The skin on his leg looked so different. You could tell it was bad and needed to come off. So yes, I carefully cut it off.

We are guessing that when he stepped on that sheet of metal, he just barely put his left foot down, when he realized his right foot was burning. And then fell, burning his leg and hand, that he would have pushed himself back up with.

The B & W Salve is used widely among the Amish and is reportedly the best thing for taking the burn out. And I believe that, as Rylen was acting very perky within a half an hour. And he never minds me putting the salve on, almost like he knows it will make it feel good again.

The main ingredient is Honey. And I had been told by a couple of people to use raw and natural honey on burns. It takes the burn out and heals wonderfully. I believe it. And am so thankful for this simple salve.

And for a God who gives grace and strength for each day!!! And healing...

Edited to add... Today-Wed. his leg is very sore. So my Mother-in-law helped me make a burdock leaf poultice. All the bandages are sticking to his skin and having to rip them off 2-4 times a day was making for a very unhappy baby!! (It would make it bleed.) So we are hoping this helps keep it moist n not stick to the bandage.

For an update of Rylen's burns on July 18th see this post.

Linked to Works for Me Wed.

My Will or God's??

When I meet a new person the following conversation is what often follows the 'Hello, my name is_____'

"So how many children do you have??"

"I have 3 little boys."

"3 (pause/gasp for air) BOYS?!?!? Wow, you have your hands full!!'

"Yes, I do, but I'm loving it. We have our trying days, but I love my little boys!!"

"So, (twinkle in the eyes) do you plan to try for a girl?? Or are you done having children??"

When I was first asked that question, I nearly fell over backward. Since when do we try for a certain gender?? Now I've almost come to expect that question to come at some point in our conversation. And I've come up with an answer that I answer almost every time.

"We'd love to have more children. And we'd love to welcome a girl. But that sure doesn't mean I love my boys any less, just because I don't have a girl now."

"Oh."

It's almost like they think my life is not complete with out a little girl. It's like I don't find satisfaction without dresses and frills, lace and dolls, tea parties and pink. And that is so not true!!! Sure, I'd love to have a little girl, and sometimes the desire for the pink and lace is strong, but above all, I have a peace that God has planned my life. He has given me these little boys for a reason.

We have tractors and trucks and more toy animals then you could count (mostly cows). There's mud and sand tracked into my kitchen daily. There are bugs to be found and ants to squish. Puppy's to chase and calves to be fed. There are fights and wrestlings at an hourly rate. Food eaten every time they go through the kitchen (it seems like). Things are torn apart and haphazardly put back together... would I change my life??? Absolutely NOT!!! We are living an adventure-one hour at a time!!!

Do I question what God's plan is?? No!!! Oh, there are days I wonder how I will ever get through it. I wonder how I will put up with ONE more fight. I wonder if their stomaches will ever be filled for more then 1/2 an hour. And I wonder if my kitchen floor will ever stay clean for a few minutes!!!

Would having girls be much different?? Probably not. They would still have their fights, maybe not over tractors and cows, but dolls and purses and such. They would still get dirty and bring in the dirt, they would still eat lots of food. The list goes on... I watch those with girls and all the emotions they have and am thankful for my boys. Although I do compare Collin to a girl... (don't tell him that.) He has had many emotions to deal with and is so much better then he had been. You can read more about that journey here.

God's plan is perfect... who am I to question that?? Even when I have to suffer through 90% of my pregnancy. When I am scared the first 3-4 months of my pregnancy, wondering if God will call this child home, as He has 3 others. It makes me very thankful for my healthy babies. It makes me trust God in ways I would never have before. 

Would I want to experience the pain again?? No!! But my life has been made richer for it!! I can relate and encourage others in a way that many can't. Loosing a baby, even though they were only 12 wks gestation or younger, is not an easy thing to go through. Even though you may have barely gotten to know that baby, they were part of your dreams and plans. And through that pain my husband I were drawn together in a way we would never have been otherwise. (Some day I will blog about our story.)

So we carefully seek God's will and plan. He is ultimately in control. And we wonder what our future holds. But we know Who holds the future, and we trust His will for us and for my body.

(As a side note, my muscles have a very hard time supporting a baby. And with each pregnancy it has gotten worse. I live in pain most everyday from 3 months on. So we will accept each baby as a gift, when we feel God tells us it's time for another little blessing. For now my body is on break.)

Until then I will be the best Mom I can be to the 3 little boys God has blessed us with. And they will never once think that I wished one of them was a girl!!

PS. It's Collin's prayer, that God would bless him with not just one but two sisters. Twins!! He has his heart set on it, but I keep telling him it would take a miracle. One I would love, but only God can preform!!

Cousin Fun...

What do you get when you add 3 + 2 ???

                                                    ... = 5 and loads of cousin fun!!!

Last weekend my Brother from CO came to visit. He has 2 little boys, add them to my 3 boys and we have quite the row of active boys. But they have SOOOoooo much fun together, along with the squabbles and fights.

I can only imagine ALL the fun they will have in the coming years!!!

Jevan and Brandon

5 mths apart in age... the 'Best of Friends' and 'Worst of Enemies'.

2 wk. old Bradley

All the laughter & tears,

tractors and trucks.

Cookies and crackers,

juice in the cups.

These boys are growing up,

they won't stay little long.

Tho they are 'trying',

they are growing up strong.

But oh, the JOY they bring

as they jump,

giggle and sing!!!

Link to For the Joy of it.

Reflections of Me

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God has blessed me with 3 little boys!! Little ones He has given me to raise, to guide. I have 'Hearts to Nurture', to train and teach. God has given me a responsibility in these souls He has placed in my hands for a few short years.

Why then is it, that I feel like I am the one being taught?? Why do I feel like I am the one in the 'School of Hard Knocks', so many days?? How is it that they are teaching me???

When I ask them to do a job, why do they so often grumble and complain?? Do I grumble that much?? (I know it is partly a childish, sin nature.) When I hear their bad attitudes, their fights and squabbles, when I see them hurting each other, in listening to the tones of their voices... I realize they are picking up things from ME!! They are a reflection of WHO I am!!

I know parents who are soft spoken, slow to respond, and just calm in nature. Their children, more often then not, are the same way. But those who respond quickly and with sharpness, will have children who respond the same way. And when you multiply that by 2, 4 or 6, what does your house sound like?? I know for myself, just having 2 in the talking stage and 1 in the squealing 'until-I-get-what-I-want' stage, it doesn't take long and the house can sound a very unpleasant discord!!

My desire is to teach my children to be loving and kind, soft spoken and slow to anger. But for some reason, it seems they are teaching me more then I am teaching them. So I guess we will learn together!! Oh, that I can be a Reflection of God to my children.

Sweet Shot Tues.

My blonde haired, blue eyed, bouncing, baby boy!!

For more 'Sweet Shot's' visit 'Life with my 3 boybarians'.

Linked to 5 Minutes for Mom.

Healing Touch for Diaper Rashes

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...What to do for Diaper Rash/Yeast Infection...

As I mentioned before in this post, my boys are very prone to diaper rashes. And when they get them, it gets BAD fast, if I don't do something right away. Most time's I can keep it under control, but now and then I can't. And last week end was one of those...

It started out very mild, but different and he had 'the squirts' along with it. So I took him in to the Dr. and she prescribed a very basic cream. 'Athletic's Foot Cream'. You know the kind you put on 'Athletic's Foot'. 'Though this was 2% strength and the over the counter stuff is only 1%. And right away I was thinking 'Duh'. I remembered in '08, we were in CO. and Jevan had gotten a really bad rash, so bad it was bleeding. And I didn't know what to do. So I finally went to Walgreen's and asked them. (It was a Sat. so clinic's were not open and I really didn't want to take him in anyway, out there.) So I just asked a Pharmacists what to do and right away, she told me to use 'Athletic's Foot Cream'. On my baby's, it takes only hours to see a difference!!

I know the 1% strength works!! I forgot the prescription stuff when we left on Fri. for the Cities. (Don't know how or why, but I did.) So I bought the Terbinafine Hydroloride 1%, and it did not work. So Sat. evening I bought Clotrimazole 1%, and gave him a baking soda bath. By morning there was a huge difference. Not sure what all worked, but I was so thankful he was feeling so much better!!

:: So I thought I'd share my tips with you::

• Soak them in a Baking Soda bath. {Yep, another use for Baking Soda.)
• Allow time in the air. Yes, my baby ran around in underwear for a while. {Scary I know.} And keep the diaper area as clean and dry as possible.
• Use cream every time you change diaper. Not only 2 times a day like it says on the tube.
• Use Clotrimazole 1% -over the counter, or Miconazole Nitrate 2%-prescription, as an active ingredient. The Terbinafine Hydroloride 1% did not work for me.
• Give them lots of Probiotic.
• Love them and comfort them!!

I also found out he had Campylobacteriosis. So that explains the abundance of messy diapers. I went through a 31 pack of pampers in little more then 24 hrs!! And that contributed to the rash problem. So after giving him a dose of antibiotic, he got better. A brief bit of info on Campylobacteriosis, it is a bacteria from chickens, pigs, cows, cats and/or dogs. He obviously picked it up here on the farm somewhere. So far no one else has gotten it, and I'm hoping it stays that way.

Learning CoLoRs

'Collin, which one do you want?? The blue or green one??' I asked. 'The New Holland one', he replied. 'What color is that cup you are holding??' 'Oh, um, John Deere.' Can you tell we live on a farm??

How do you teach a 5 year old child his colors?? We have tried many, many things...

He now knows that orange is just that 'Orange'. I got that one to stick by using this method-

We did a rainbow of colors, using mostly toys. I tried using the 'New Holland' and 'John Deere' tractors the same way, but they are not an orange orange. So they just don't 'click'.  Now he uses 'New Holland' and 'John Deere' to tell those two colors apart.

'Hey, Dad. Which cow had the calf??' 'Number 43.' 'Is that the dark or light one?' 'The black one, it's dark.' Yes, he even uses 'lights' and 'darks' to tell us which one it is.

I picked these learning tools up at the Home School Convention this spring. Collin loves playing with them, and he does an excellent job at sorting them in what ever way I ask him too. I like to have him sort them while I'm doing dishes, or doing something in the kitchen. But it doesn't get done much in the summer now.

Any other ideas or suggestions for ways to make it stick in his head?? Will all of learning go this hard?? I know he's smart, he can ride with you to a place one time and the next time he can almost tell you how to go...

We'll keep practicing 'til he gets it.

God Gave To Me A Child

God gave to me a child – and then I knew

The precious gift of life, the beating heart,

The little hand that clings in childish trust,

The shining eyes that are so much a part

Of every moment in a parent’s day;

A language that no words could ever say.

God gave to me a child – and then I knew

The joy of love fulfilled, the quiet peace

Of home and fireside where, with strife denied,

The heart can calmly rest in love’s release,

Can gain strength in knowing angels stand

Around little ones with guarding hand.

God gave to me a child – and then I knew

The parenthood of God, the eternal care

Of He who keeps the night watch and never sleeps

Who, when His children need Him, is always there.

I sought His kingdom for so long a while,

And then I found it in my little baby’s smile.

 ~James B. Singleton ~

 

Happy Mother's Day to all you Mom's out there!!! What an awesome calling we have in life!! As I fill the role God has placed me in, I admire my own Mother more and more. She has qualities in life that I hope will grow in mine. I hope my own sons will look back one day and see that, though I am not perfect, I loved them. I had their hearts in mind, I had goals for them to reach, I had time for them, I listened to all their stories, I cared deeply for them, I tried to understand what goes on in their minds, That I am pointing their hearts to God... Oh, I could go on... My heart is full of love for my boys. As I watch them grow so fast, I realize I don't have much time to mold their tender hearts. Time is short. Am I doing all that I can be, should be?? Will they be able to look back and say those things, I as a Mother, dream of hearing one day?? I pray for strength in this journey of Motherhood, that only God can give me. Only He can see me through those rough days, only He can give me wisdom. And for that I am so Thankful!!!

 

He has given me a wonderful life!! No, it's not perfect. But it is filled with the people who are helping me, shaping me, and guiding me. And one of them is my own Mother!! She means the world to me. And I am so glad to have her as a very close Friend. Mom, I love you!!!

Raising Boys

I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in-
Wish I could use a hose!

Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they're washed and put away-
Everyone wants a drink!

The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean-
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!

Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride-
Just grateful it's not worse!

Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the neighbor's faucet on-
See their new front yard pool!

A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn't really bad-
But first I must wash the soap!

A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!

(Roberta I. Teague)

My Boys...

...are the little people in my life who give it so much meaning. They add so much spice to it, they make each day unique and special. They have a sunny disposition in life. They look for the good in others.

Each child has his own personality... each so different and yet so alike!! They are best buddy's and worst enemies all in a matter of 5 minutes. They look out for each other, if one is missing they must know where the other is. They are always there for each other.

They love life and love exploring everything in it!! They can ask more questions in a day then I think of in a week. They love 'helping' me. They are their Father's shadow.

They made me a Mom. They are making me become more and more Christ-like, as I lay self down and serve them. They are teaching ME things I would have at one time never thought I needed to learn. They keep me humble. They give me so much joy and sunshine in each day!!!

And that is a 'Finer Thing' in life!!!

Mr. Clean

Did you know??...
...That Mr. Clean's Magic Eraser can clean Magic Marker off of your counter top??!!?? Even a white one!!

Yes, my 2yr old decided my counter top needed some new color added to it, in long, pretty, squiggly, blue lines... How he found them, high up in a cupboard, I don't know. Now I need to find a new place to hide them!!

I had used my Magic Eraser on my counters previously, when I canned grape juice and it boiled over, causing lovely purple rings on the counter. And it took that off wonderfully!!

So I pulled it out again. And yes, it took a bit of 'elbow greese', but it didn't take long at all and I had it all cleaned off. (Along with the natural grime that builds up over time-leaving a gleaming, shining white area where I scrubbed.) But my marker marks are gone.  (Update: I found some the next day on my table too, but that was ny fault! I had left my marker laying there after writing dates on the Smart Source and Red Plum papers. But it cleaned them off really easy too.)

Motto for my Boys

"Is everyone having fun??

If not everyone is having fun,

then nobody is having fun!!"

I have this my motto for our boys, for our home.

I recently listened to this CD on Homeschooling,

My Favorite Homeschool Ideas, by Debi Pearl, from No Greater Joy. I was once again blessed by it. And I was thankful to have found the source of that motto. I listened to that CD years ago, and remembered the saying, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

I use it with my little boys all the time, when they are fighting, arguing, not sharing, tussling roughly, ect ect... and one is crying, I'll ask, "Are we having fun?? If  ____  is not having fun, then nobody is having fun!!!" I think one day they'll get it.:) And 'til then I'll keep saying it to them...

"Nurture the Heart"

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Nurture the Heart

He came to my side with a question--

And in the clear, blue eyes I read

A message of far greater substance

Then the mere words that he said.

"Can I have a story?" he queried,

And deep in my spirit, I knew

That my son was asking for my time

My person--and for my heart too!

I laid down the sock I was mending,

And drew the lad into my arms.

"I like storytime!" his voice ventured,

"It makes me feel cozy and warm!"

And in the warm glow of that moment,

Forgetting the things to be done,

I shared all the love of my spirit

And nurtured the heart of my son!

-Edith S. Witmer

I read that poem last evening and little did I know how the next day would go... It started as any other... I'm busy!!! I've got lots to do... things calling my attention from every direction. How can my little boys be so 'clutzy'?? I need to have the Apple Crisp's (6 pans) done today!! I have 10lbs of Meat Balls to make... How can my boys think they need my attention?? First one purposely accidentally dumps his orange juice. Then other sees how much attention he got from Mom, so he purposely accidentally spills his. "I just want Mom to slow down and see that we are here. Not some little kids who need to be 'slopped' fed , cleaned up, and sent out to play."

But Mom hurries on her way, wishing they would be more careful. And that they would go play for hours on end, so that she could get her own work done!! Can't they see she has a headache too?? As her morning progresses, those little boys get naughtier and naughtier... and ALL they need is some one on one time with Mom!!!

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I need to nurture those little hearts!! I need to show them love, show them Jesus, even on the full and busy days. I need to show them care and understanding... I need to show them they are the most important thing in my life. I need to be their example, even on the busy days!!!

As I read that poem last evening, and I couldn't help but feel touched!!! Yes, I love story time with my boys. I love teaching them and seeing their minds comprehend things. I love being able to teach them, by example and by lessons learned in my own life. And it seems I have learnt another lesson in life!! And I just wrote about time...

I love my boys and love learning with them!! (Do I really love the learning part?? I think I can say I do! Even though it doesn't always feel good, I am so glad God still corrects and chastens me!!)

Linked to Things I Love Thursdays.