" Wet Oatmeal Kisses " 
One of these days you'll explode
and shout to all the kids,
"Why don't you just grow up
and act your age!"
And they will...
Or, "You guys get outside
and find something to do --
without hurting each other
And don't slam the door!"
And they don't.
You'll straighten their bedrooms
until it's all neat and tidy,
toys displayed on the shelf,
hangers in the closet,
animals caged.
You'll yell,
"Now I want it to stay this way!"
And it will...
You will prepare a perfect dinner
with a salad that hasn't
had all the olives picked out
and a cake with
no finger traces in the icing
and you'll say,
"Now this is a meal for company."
And you will eat it alone...
You'll yell,
"I want complete privacy on the phone.
No screaming,
Do you hear me?"
And no one will answer.
No more plastic tablecloths stained
No more dandelion bouquets.
No more iron-on patches.
No more wet, knotted shoelaces,
muddy boots or
rubber bands for ponytails.
Imagine.... a lipstick with a point,
no babysitters for New Years Eve,
washing clothes only once a week,
no PTA meetings or silly school plays
where your child is a tree,
no car pools,
blaring stereos or
forgotten lunch money.
No more Christmas presents made
of library paste and toothpicks,
no wet oatmeal kisses,
no more tooth fairy,
no more giggles in the dark,
scraped knees to kiss
or sticky fingers to clean
"Why don't you grow up?"
And the silence echoes:
"I did"
Author Unknown
"The Handwriting on the Wall" A weary mother returned from the store, Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son, Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done. "While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall! It's on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again." She let out a moan and furrowed her brow. "Where is your little brother right now?" She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride, Marched to the closet where he had gone to hide. She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear -- he knew that meant doom! For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved. Lamenting all the work it would take to repair, She condemned his actions and total lack of care. The more she scolded, the madder she got, Then stomped from his room, totally distraught! She headed for the den to confirm her fears. When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears. The scrawling was crude like a little boy would write, But each letter had been formed with all of his might. The message she read pierced her soul like a dart. It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart. Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it, With an empty picture frame hung to surround it. A reminder to her, and indeed to us all, Take time to read the
handwriting on the wall!!!
Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowèd be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, As we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation; But deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
"THANK YOU SANDY FOR SOME OF THE GRAPHIC'S USED ON THIS PAGE"
