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The most important meal

A Breakfast Poem

A silly poem to ponder as you sleep and wander in your brain

And you realize how much knowledge there is to gain from

One simple, solitary planned activitiy that can buffer you up to profound exclusivity.

Eating breakfast is the best.

It helps you keep your wobbly head

From spilling all the contents out and

Forgetting all the quotient amounts!

This important meal cannot be skipped,

Lest you find all your day gets tripped up on

Wild vocabulary and lunch decisions

It really must be a lifelong revision to have a hearty meal

At the beginning of the day and make sure you have ample energy to play!

Sleep tight brave and wonderful child.

I’ll see you at the beginning of the day!

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Before Bed Poem

At night when I’m kissing my boys goodnight I always had a feeling I didn’t do enough that day.

I wished the day would have had more hugs, more thoughtful conversations, more words of wisdom.

Life can be hard and I want the boys to be fortified for what might come along.  For their emotional life to be strong and resilient.

So I wrote a little poem, well, I wrote a few things to read to them.  I wanted to share this poem to start.

I read it from my phone so all the lights are out and hopefully we (meaning the boys, because I can’t wait to go to bed!) are settled in and drowsy.

Here goes:

Be your Awesome Self,  A Poem

 

Be your awesome self and let the real you shine through

Be your awesome self and to thine self be true.

You’re a great kid

You’re amazing and kind

I think that in this life you will find

That though some things are hard and can make you feel sad

The world deep down is good and for that I’m so glad

Be your awesome self, be happy and free

Be your awesome self, you’re the only one you see

So live your life in a way that fits you

Be daring, be bold, in all you pursue.

Then I say my usual bedtime mantra:

Deep breath.

Close your eyes.

Be still and quiet and you will go to sleep.

I love you.

   

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Taking a Christmas Card Photo

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This could go on.  Until someone just gives up and cries.  (Like Mommy)  They were so cute when they were little.  But they did not like to have their picture taken.  Back then I was frustrated.  Now it makes me laugh.  This is a good time to remind myself to laugh more and feel frustrated less.  I think we finally went with this picture that year:

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We are still not all happy about getting our picture taken.  At least we aren’t all happy at the same time.  And they are still so cute!

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I hope your are enjoying your holiday season as much as we are!  Happy Celebrating!

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The path I’ve chosen

hydrangea path shingle path

What is it about a path?  A well-worn, or not so well worn journey that someone else has taken before.

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Most of these paths are planned and cared for, but just as charming as discovering one while on a walk.  Or taking one that is familiar.

table path

wood path

block path

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So long summer…

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This morning we pulled out jackets and jeans.  I guess summer really is over.

We had a great summer but it’s really cozy in the house, coffee is brewing.  I’m not complaining.

Time to learn more spelling words, get in more piano lessons, and work on our soccer skills.

Making pumpkin bread this afternoon since it will be rainy with only a high of 72.  Lots of reasons to enjoy the coolness of the season.

I’m ready  for fall.  More ready than I thought I was.

So, what are we going to be for Halloween?

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Does it really have to be perfect?

The chore

At the beginning of the summer it was my big plan to get my boys to make up their beds everyday.   Its a good life lesson, right?

When I was single and working I made my bed every morning.  Not because I’m a neat freak–far from it.  It was because it was so satisfying and homey to come home every night and my bed was neat and clean and ready for me.  I was the only one there to take care of me.  So I did.  By making up by bed.

It made me happy so I thought it might make them happy to.

The boys did a really good job making their beds.  The bedspreads weren’t perfectly smooth and the sheets didn’t get tucked back under the mattress– but the pillows were in the right spot and you could tell everything had been pulled together and folded back ready for bed that night.  Just like I would do.   We also open the blinds and turn off the air purifier.

But it didn’t take long, at all, for me to realize I missed that little ritual.  And for now, I am here, to take care of them everyday.  Luckily.

Before summer “neatening the beds” had been one of the things I did after the boys went to school.   It takes about 3 minutes–again, I’m not a neat freak– but I learn so much from it.  Who tossed and turned all night so their covers were all in a jumble.  Who slept so hard their sheets are hardly messy.  I get to see who spilled their water, dropped their book on the floor, or left socks in the sheets.

It’s my way of showing I love them and I care about what the bed looks like and feels like when they crawl in at the end of a big day.  Its been fluffed and smoothed and tucked and is waiting to hopefully help them sleep soundly and be rested and ready for whatever the day brings.

And I’m not ready to stop doing that.

So we are working on clearing our breakfast dishes instead.  And I love it!

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