A Sentiment

God knew what He was doing when He sent a gentle breeze and brought a lovely butterfly to set my heart at ease. The happiness of your friendship and the gentleness of your words have touched my life in special ways and now I feel assured. Thank you for your loyalty and for reading everyday. I only hope you find things to make a happy day.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Reflections on a Foggy Morning

It's a foggy day here in the stateline....warmer than usual. The rush is beginning as I speak. A call from the head of our committee at Church called yesterday and asked me to make some wreaths. I have to bring pies for Thanksgiving. House to clean and on and on. The weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas are very stressful for many people. We try to fit everything into a few days. Things have really changed since I was a kid. We used to put the tree up on Christmas Eve long ago. The house was not decorated in every room. The tree was only up for a short time...because of fire hazard. We made a couple kinds of cookies. The weekend before Christmas was the Christmas party at Church. We got together on Sunday evening and caroled and the kids got a small box of candy. At home, just a few presents were under the tree. Things that Mom had made for me. She worked for weeks before Christmas, sewing...after I went to bed. She did the baking, cooking, decorating, gift making etc. As I sit here with my head full of thoughts, Joe is sitting at his computer watching a youtube presentation of a model jet plane. He is relaxed and really enjoying this, while drinking his coffee. Men and women are as different as night and day when it comes to holidays. I have heard people say...if it weren't for Mom's we wouldn't have Christmas. I don't know if I agree with that. the Dad's have always worked to provide for their families, but now Mom's work and the workload at home...for the most part hasn't changed.Here's a story...it's long but cute....

'Twas The Night Before Christmas... For Moms....

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the abode Only one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode.

The children were finally sleeping all snug in their beds,while Visions of Nintendo and Barbie flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring in front of the TV,With a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.

So only Mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,Which made her sigh, "Now what is the matter?" With the toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,She descended the stairs and saw the old man.

He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug,"Oh, great," muttered Mom, "now I have to clean the rug."
"Ho Ho Ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake,your gift was especially difficult to make."

"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is time alone." "Exactly!" he chuckled, "So, I've made you a clone." "A clone?" she muttered, "What good is that?""Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit chat.

"Then out walked the clone - The Mother's twin;Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.You'll relax, take it easy, watch The Young and The Restless."

"Fantastic!" the Mom cheered. "My dream has come true!""I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep a night through!"
From the room above, the youngest did fret."Mommy? Come quickly, I'm scared and I'm wet."

The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart." "Hey," the Mom smiled, "she sure knows her part." The clone changed the small one and hummed her a tune,as she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.

"You're the best mommy ever. I really love you."The clone smiled and sighed, "And I love you, too."
The Mom frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal.That's my child's love she is trying to steal.

"Smiling wisely, Santa said, "To me it is clear,Only one loving Mother is needed here."
The Mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed."Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head.

I sometimes forget, it won't be very long,when they'll be too old for my cradle and song."
The clock on the mantle began to chime.Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time.

"With the clone by his side, Santa said, "Good night.Merry Christmas, dear Mom, you will be all right."

Author Unknown

Well, that story tells it all. We Mom's wouldn't change our lives one bit, I'll venture to guess. We get all the benefits from our jobs. The best benefit is the love we get from our families.



azplantlady said...

Hi Balisha,

What a sweet story. I too am beginning to realize all I need to do soon. But, when I step back and look at each Christmas season, I realize I enjoy it so much, especially the time with my family.

Wsprsweetly Of Cottages said...

Thanks for this post, Balisha. Funny, but during those days I never gave it a thought..except for one Thanksgiving..when I was so tired I actually stood at the sink and cried. :) But that was only once.