Rock and Roll is Here to Stay! I finally got my hands on a few pictures of my son as Johnny Casino from the Middle School production of "Grease" That's him with the red guitar. I have to admit, for a middle school musical, it was quite good! He was excited because it was the first time he ever got to play with a real band. And he got to play and sing three songs. This was the song right before the big "Hand Jive" dance contest. It was wild watching these kids playing these characters. Most of them I have known since they were in Pre-K and now they are looking and acting so grown up.
Well, It is all over but the partying. My first born has graduated from High School! The ceremony was at 9:00 AM at Harris County Tiger Stadium. We got there at 8:00 AM and let me tell you...buddy, it was hotter than nine miles of paved Hell by the time that graduation was over. That was my first experience with graduation at the high school. Two hours in the hot,Georgia sun. I really felt bad for the seniors. Black pants or dresses, black gowns, black caps, and 91 degree weather. Next year, I'm, wearing sunblock! BTW, Ain't brotherly love grand? They are such goof-balls.....
These are my angels! So far I have had a very nice Mother's Day. Beautiful, touching cards (I even got the Hallmark Card that sings "I Feel Good" like on the commercial!) And I got a new digital camera and accessory pack! That was unexpected....and no, these are not pictures from the camera. I haven't really had the chance to use it yet.
Here is something I wanted to share.. I don't know where it came from or who wrote it, but it kind of got to me. Happy Mother's Day to all of my favorite women!!
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run car pools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
For all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and theirdaughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home-or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there,only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up Right Away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home fromschool, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart?Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you justwant to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again inyour home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug yourchild when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best wecan. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
My first born will be graduating from High School in 16 days! I’m thinking I'm not ready for this. Armed forces recruiters keep calling the house asking to speak to him. I still see him playing Super Mario Brothers, riding his skateboard, playing soccer, drinking Capri Sun, and watching Ren and Stimpy. I have a hard time reconciling the young man in the cap and gown with the child I walked down the hall to his first day of kindergarten (which I vividly recall with startling clarity although I have trouble remembering what I cooked for dinner last night!). *sigh* I am so proud of him , but at the same time wish they didn’t grow up so fast! And they do grow up waaay to quickly. This is Prom Night. Yes. I did ask him what he was thinking with that arm thrown over her shoulder! They are a cute couple. She is by far the sweetest girl he has dated. We like her.