Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Tree for the Fridge

I simply love the idea of having children involved in family happenings, and at Christmas, the tree is a big "happening".  Sadly, little ones aren't usually allowed to be extremely involved in that.  I have said too many times this month, "You can look with your eyes, but don't touch with your hands."  I think having a tree for children is a great idea, but while they aren't old enough to put real ornaments on, it should be tailored to their littleness.  You may remember last year when I made A Tiny Tree for Tiny Hands.  I was surprised when I saw this at Target the other day.
Guess they thought it was a good idea, too.

Monday, December 9, 2013

A Mother's Lot

My Sweet Son,
I know that Papa will always spoil you better.  Daddy will always be more fun.  Nana will always feed you yummier foods.  Weezy will always read the best. Grandpa has all the kitties, Papi has the big tractors, and Abuelita sings to you in words you've never heard. 

I know that one day you will ask me not to hug you in front of your friends.  I know that sometimes, you will ask me not to come to your games.  And one day, you will likely utter the words, "My mom is so dumb".

But that's OK.  Because I also know that when you are hurt, you ask for my kisses.  When you are lonely, you ask me to pay attention to you.  When you are tired, you ask me to snuggle.  When you are sad, or wake up in the morning, or want food, or to be tickled, you ask for me.  And while sometimes you might push me away, and refuse my kisses, I know that you love me.  And more importantly, I know that you know that I love you.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Being Me
Logging on, I look for the little red numbers at the top, telling me that someone paid some attention to my life.  It's the same way I used to sit, listening to the familiar screech of the internet connection, waiting to hear the words, "You've Got Mail!"  I go to my blog to see if anyone commented on (or even read) my post.   I scan through my feed until something catches my eye.  Wow...why doesn't he say nice things like that about my family?  Why didn't I get invited on that trip?  How come I don't understand this inside joke?

I am insecure.  

Tuesday, December 3, 2013