“Remember that Mother’s Day all those years ago,” Calliope wiggled in her chair, “… when Typist sat in a church pew feeling sad? The priest had asked all the mothers to stand up so that he could bless them. Typist wanted more than anything to be a mom, but her only child at the time was an adopted, furry
T-shirt: “I think I may need professional help. A chef, a butler, and a maid should do it.” 😁
>> “Motherhood enticed me to grow blossoms of empathy like sun-drenched tulip bulbs on a February windowsill. I often feel my child has taught me more than I’ve taught him.“ 💚💚💚
When my kids were quite young I learned not to say "my kids would never do that." And they learned in a hurry that mom and dad would not put up with destructive behavior. When my dsughter was about 5 yrs old she watched the big kids using chalk on the sidewalk. She decided to color on the sidewalk with crayons. Because it was on base in Germany it was goverment property. I made her scrub it off. Her brother watched her scrubbing. When she was done I heard him getting a bucket of water. He was about 4 yrs old. He said he had been bad and he needed the bucket to scrub crsyon off. I had him show me what he needed the water for. He had scribbled all over the outdide of the building. I made him leave it so everybody could see how bad he had been. His dad scrubbed it off when he came home that night. They watched so many kids over the years get into serous trouble. They knew better then do something that would get us sent home and their dad sent back to the barricks. The MP's didn't tolerate misbehaving family members. So glad you don't need to make up the treatments. Hope and praying that there are no more obstacles in your way to May 19th. Stomp on that C.
Hope your Mothers Day was wonderful. I often think the same. My children have taught me to be bold, fearless and more loving then I ever thought I could be.
So happy about the not having to make up any of those past infusions.
I hope your Mothers Day was beautiful, Gail, and I'm delighted for you to not have to make up the missed infusions. Glad for you, too, with the news of your approval for the bone marrow booster. The end of phase one is so clearly in sight...yahoo!! Holding warm thoughts and hugs for the day when all of this is behind you, all in good time.🌱🙌💓
That’s some great news! I liked your account of the church service/mass when you were sad at not being a mom yet. I was terrified of becoming a father as I believed that what I brought away from my family was mostly what not to do to raise a healthy kid. My guess is that moms, and to a lesser degree dads, are pre wired to afford care to their newborns. My actual “dad-ing” was a good experience.
I’m with Nia on the proportioning of mouths. Consider all the breadths of grins you’ve seen, the variation in lip sizes, open mouthed and nearly closed mouth laughs. There are a lot of paintist options!
And right now, with the skinny on your present infusion/marrow treatments, I could almost hear a broad smile in your wording. 😁 Good for you! CURE!
T-shirt: “I think I may need professional help. A chef, a butler, and a maid should do it.” 😁
>> “Motherhood enticed me to grow blossoms of empathy like sun-drenched tulip bulbs on a February windowsill. I often feel my child has taught me more than I’ve taught him.“ 💚💚💚
When my kids were quite young I learned not to say "my kids would never do that." And they learned in a hurry that mom and dad would not put up with destructive behavior. When my dsughter was about 5 yrs old she watched the big kids using chalk on the sidewalk. She decided to color on the sidewalk with crayons. Because it was on base in Germany it was goverment property. I made her scrub it off. Her brother watched her scrubbing. When she was done I heard him getting a bucket of water. He was about 4 yrs old. He said he had been bad and he needed the bucket to scrub crsyon off. I had him show me what he needed the water for. He had scribbled all over the outdide of the building. I made him leave it so everybody could see how bad he had been. His dad scrubbed it off when he came home that night. They watched so many kids over the years get into serous trouble. They knew better then do something that would get us sent home and their dad sent back to the barricks. The MP's didn't tolerate misbehaving family members. So glad you don't need to make up the treatments. Hope and praying that there are no more obstacles in your way to May 19th. Stomp on that C.
Hope your Mothers Day was wonderful. I often think the same. My children have taught me to be bold, fearless and more loving then I ever thought I could be.
So happy about the not having to make up any of those past infusions.
Cure!
great news, Gail!
I hope your Mothers Day was beautiful, Gail, and I'm delighted for you to not have to make up the missed infusions. Glad for you, too, with the news of your approval for the bone marrow booster. The end of phase one is so clearly in sight...yahoo!! Holding warm thoughts and hugs for the day when all of this is behind you, all in good time.🌱🙌💓
That's great to hear! Guess what I found out? My youngest niece is four months pregnant. I'm going to be a great aunt.
That’s some great news! I liked your account of the church service/mass when you were sad at not being a mom yet. I was terrified of becoming a father as I believed that what I brought away from my family was mostly what not to do to raise a healthy kid. My guess is that moms, and to a lesser degree dads, are pre wired to afford care to their newborns. My actual “dad-ing” was a good experience.
I’m with Nia on the proportioning of mouths. Consider all the breadths of grins you’ve seen, the variation in lip sizes, open mouthed and nearly closed mouth laughs. There are a lot of paintist options!
And right now, with the skinny on your present infusion/marrow treatments, I could almost hear a broad smile in your wording. 😁 Good for you! CURE!