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Muffins with Mom!

Today Miss Riegel invited al of the Mom's into the classroom to celebrate Mother's Day!  First the kids made a tree with heart leaves.  Each child wrote what their Mom is to them...Dave's heart leaf said "My Mom is Fun!"

Next the kids were divided into 3 groups and each group read a poem to all the Mom's.  Dave poem was as follows...

Mommy, I Love You

Mommy, I love you

For all that you do.

I'll kiss you and hug you

'Cause you love me, too.

You feed me and need me

To teach you to play,

So smile 'cause I love you

On this Mother's Day.

And then together we made a little craft.

WE traced each others hands and then each wrote five adjectives to describe each other.

Dave drew a fabulous picture of me!

And made me this very nice flower.

A piece of me

I give to you.

I painted this flower

To say "I love you."

The heart is you,

The hand is me,

To show we are friends-

The best there can be.

I hope you will save it

And look back some day

At the flower we shared

On your special day.

And Dave gave me a very special Mother's Day card!

Thank you Dave for a great Mother's Day celebration today at school!!

Happy Mother's Day!

A Mother's Love - Anonymous

To some love is just a word

To me it's a feeling

A feeling I get every time I look into your eyes

A feeling I get when I realize you're my mom

A mom who loves, shares,

A mom who inspires

Unconditionally

What's that?

That's love

A mothers love, but only you would know

And me 

You returned that love time and time again

Possibly to much, nevertheless you did

Thank-you

Thank-you for being there when I needed you most

For being my rock when I should have been yours

Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself

For being the one person I could trust

No matter what, no matter where

But most of all thank-you for being you-my mom

A mom I am so proud to claim

I love you

Now and forever!

Fabulous Fridge Fridays

Mother's Day Early.

Dave was so excited to give me the Mother's Day present that he made in school, he couldn't wait till Sunday.  Best Mother's Day present ever!!  Thank you Dave!

Mother's Day Presents.

This year for Mother's Day we painted bird houses.

One for Nan.

Dave thought that Nan would really like a castle for her birds.

One for Mee-mee.

Dave thought that blue and orange would be good for Mee-mee because . . . "she didn't have any birdhouses that color."

One for Beegee.

Look at the concentration on his face.

One for Gram.

Dave thought that Gram would like a pink and green house.

The finished birdhouses, left to right, Nan, Mee-mee, Gram and Beegee's.

Happy Mother's Day!

Before I was a Mom,

I never tripped over toys

I forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not

my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind

and my thoughts.

I slept all night.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held down a screaming child

so doctors could do tests.

Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.

I never sat up late hours at night

watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held a sleeping baby just because

I didn't want to put her down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces

when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small

could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,

I didn't know the feeling of

having my heart outside my body..

I didn't know how special it could feel

to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond

between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small

could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night

every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth,

the joy,

the love,

the heartache,

the wonderment

or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,

before I was a Mom.

Happy Mother's Day!

There's nothing like a home picked bunch of flowers (from a  proud 3 year old) for Mother's Day!  And a homemade picture of Lake Galena, where he remembers having so much fun with me.  Thanks for all the nice Mother's Day presents Dave, I love you!

The invisible Mother

One of my favorite girlfriends sent this e-mail to me and I thought that I would share it with everyone, it's a good one for Mother's Day.  Thanks Cara!

Invisible  Mother..... 
  
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into  the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside  I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' 
  
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner,  because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands,  nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? 0r... Can you open this?? 
  
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' 
  
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum  laude   -   but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!? 
  
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.  Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.   
  
I was sitting there, looking around at the others all  put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to  me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.   
  
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for  the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' 
  
In the days ahead I would read - no,   devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.   
  
These builder s gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. 
  
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny   bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied,'Because God sees.' 
  
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.   
  
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. but it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.   
  
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. 
  
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there..' 
  
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.  And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. 
  
Great Job, MOM!