If so be it

The Sweetest Thing

The sweetest thing when I woke up

Smiling at me two pearly whites.

Two bright big eyes staring at me,

You little arms reaching with glee.

 Your tiny hands claping with mine

And on my lap you quickly climbed.

I sang to you, such joy within,

And that's the way this day began.

I heard you giggle and I smiled
we played together for a while.

Right on my bed with pillows 'round
You jumped and played and even bounced.

There's so much work waiting for me
Looking around I quickly see.

And though I can't keep playing like this,

The next best thing will be a sis!

She'll play with you and keep you safe

Until the time I take a break.

You'll sit and play with all the boys
Together you will make such noise.

But I'll be listening with care,

While I do work, and do my share.

I'll check on you from time to time,

And I'll make sure that you are fine.

There's one more thing I'd like to share

I want you to be well aware;

Of all the things I get to do,

One of the best is... be with you!

By: M.Jaime

 

A gift that loves us

My dear daughter sometimes loves to ask me the question, "Mom why do you love me?" To this I smile big and respond at once "because your a gift from G-d!" And so it goes, on what seams to be a daily thing, sometimes several times within a day. She smiles happily to know we think of her in such a way. After asking my dear husband the same question and hearing the answer, my husband turned and asked her the same, "Why do you love me?" To this she answered, "Because I'm a gift of G-d!"
It was so sweet to hear this and to think, " G-d gave us a gift not only that we love, but that loves us right back."

My Little Ones (Poem)

When I wake up I see a smile,
Awaiting sweetly all the while.
And then as morning time unfolds
"Good morning mom", I hear up close

It's little ones awaiting me,
Full off joy, excitement, glee
The pitter patter of their feet
Running about; it's just so sweet.

They run outside and climb on trees.
They stop to watch the birds and bees.
And then before they come back in,
They pick a rose to bring to me.

They tell me all about their play,
And all the things throughout their day.
They tell me stories and some jokes too,
Oh how they make me laugh, it's true!

When I hear laughs I know they're near.
Their giggles I just love to hear.
Their lovely smiles brighten my days.
I wouldn't have it any other way!

I found this poem looking through my things today it's dated 7-21-07. I must have written it and forgotten all about it. The notebook I wrote it in was new: So as I looked for something to write in today, I found it.
Once again I'm here posting a poem about my kids which I love very much and inspire me to keep writing.

The Countless Joys Of Motherhood (Poem)

The countless joys of motherhood
have thought me many things,
So many I never thought I’d learn,
And though they are what I have yearned
It seems hard to believe.

At times I laugh at little things
The way they comb their hair
Perhaps the shoes in the wrong feet
Using a cup as a small seat,
To change all these I would not dare.

I keep a little first aid box
Band-aid with cutie shapes
Somehow I fear that they will manage
To find some reason for a bandage
Or accidentally get a scrape.

Each morning as each day begins
Unsure what it could bring
Could be a small hand holding mine,
A little voice saying a rhyme,
It makes me want to sing!

But in a day not all is fun
At times there’s much to do
To comfort one I just might need
To put another one to sleep,
I thank my Lord for motherhood.


There’s joy and laughs and work to do
My home looks not so great
There’s fingerprints on all my doors
Continually stains on my floors
Yet motherhood’s my favorite state.

I count my blessings when I’m sad
The Lord has blessed me so,
I’ve felt his tender loving care,
With little ones I’ll gladly share
Each one the Lord must know.

By:M.Jaime

I must have written this about a couple of years ago, but recently found it.
I remember seeing Isaac turning a mug upside down and sit on it, which as so funny to see.
That I had to write about the little things that make me laugh so I wouldn’t forget.