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OH THE DRAMA...
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jeudi, octobre 14, 2004
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k, i stole this from jordyn who stole it from me who probably stole it from some email someone sent. i just thought that SINCE it's my mother's birthday, it was appropriate.
~Beauty of a Woman~
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman With passing years -- only grows.
da Sans
An English professor wrote the words,
"Woman without her man is nothing," on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly..
The men wrote: "Woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote: "Woman! Without her, man is nothing."
The Images of Mother
4 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE ~ My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE ~ Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.
16 YEARS OF AGE ~ Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE ~ That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE ~ Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE ~ Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?
65 YEARS OF AGE ~ Wish I could talk it over with Mom.
ok, the "images of mother" thing above... i have to agree, some of those i agree with, some i have yet to experience, but some i don't agree with at all...and didn't at that age. at 18 i was NOT thinking "that old woman? she's way out of date!" granted...i DO call her old woman, but when i was 18 i was already at the 35 thing. my mom knows what she's talking about...and she's one of my very best friends. i love my mother. i can talk to her about ANYTHING and even if it's something she doesn't want to know about she listens, lets me get it all out and gives advice IF and ONLY IF i ask for it.
i have to admit...i feel sorry for the person who doesn't know his/her mom. i feel sorry for the girl who doesn't have a good relationship with her mom. if i didn't have a good relationship with my mother, i don't know where i would be. just like friends, we have secrets and she knows what i need before i say anything. she knows when i need a hug and more than that, she knows who i need the hug from...and doesn't force me to talk about things when i'm not ready to talk about them.
this all reminds me of a conversation that erin and i were having yesterday. we were talking about home life vs school life. no matter what happened at school, i knew i was welcome, loved and wanted at home. when the rest of the world seemed to be shutting the door in my face, my family got behind me 110%. when i was losing all my friends, didn't have a boyfriend, thought my life was over...that's when i got closest to all of my family members. each in a different way, they helped me realize that i would get through the split with erin and sammy, not having chris in my life, not having a "core" group of friends anymore...and they knew just what to say and when.
i miss being a child at my house. i miss sunday nights; i miss family dinners; i miss the meetings, chore wheels, merits/de-merits; i miss the tickets; i miss the treasuer box; i miss the garden; i miss snuggling; i miss singing grace; i miss squishing on the bench with david and richard; i miss all 7 of us being together. most of all, though, i think i miss nighttime. when richard and i shared a room, dad used to come sit between us or stand at our door and tell us a bedtime story. it always included a princess (that's me) and a prince (richard) doing something couragous. i don't remember any of the stories, but i remember feeling loved. and the songs...i miss the songs. songs at dinner, songs in the morning, songs at night, dancing with daddy when he got home from work... *tear* i miss my family. i know that we all have to grow up and go our separate ways, but i hope that once a year we will still get the opportunity to get together and relive some of these oh-so fond memories. ...i wonder if they miss it too...
wow...this post was NOT supposed to turn out like this, but i guess that's what happens when you just let yourself type with no restraints!!! I LOVE MY BLOG!!!
2:37 PM
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