Chatty Crone: Happy Mother's Day (and grandma's too)

Instinct of a Mother

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nK5uPBF-s5Y&feature=email

Tears of a woman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60jwTc9LA-Q&feature=email
What grandma's are for

http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=39a7576109b8c762ed91&utm_source=newsletter54&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=weeklytopvideos

Jack is a great cat and the kids carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothers him. He is prone to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well, Bill and I have two sons, aged 4 and 3 years old, and a 1-year-old daughter.

The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick.

LOVES it.
He keeps asking to use my chapstick and then losing it.

So, finally,
one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how
he could use it whenever he wanted to, but he needed to put it right
back in the drawer when he was done.

Mother's Day 2008, we were having the typical rush around and trying to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on.

The two boys had been fighting over the toy in the cereal box.

I was trying to nurse my little one at the same time I was putting on my make-up.

Everything was a mess.

We finally had the older one and the baby loaded in the car and we were looking for Eli.

Bill and I had searched everywhere and I finally went into the bathroom.

And there was Eli.

He was applying my chap-stick very carefully to Jack's rear end.

Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped."

Now, if you have a cat, you know that he is right -- their little butts do look pretty chapped.

And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.

Bill's eyes met mine... You know, one of those parental, mind-meld moments.

The only question that came simultaneously to Bill and me at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds me that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.

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The Female Home

G-d formed Man, but He built Woman.
She is the framework of the home in which he lives, the ground on which he builds, his walls and windows upon the world and the roof that stands over his head.
She is the crown that sets him to rule over his world. Without woman, there is no man.

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Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or 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 .

May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life . . . **********************************************