I looked out the window
and what did I see?
What is it,
I don't know...what could it be?
I parted the blinds
to see this strange light,
and lo and behold...
it was so bright!
It's blue sky,
blinding snow!
How could it be,
How did HE know?
That today of all days,
I need the Sun.
He knew what I needed,
I need the Son.
This Gift He's given,
we all must need,
for strength and blessings...
God Speed.
I'm thankful for all prayers and well wishes and advice from wise parents who have been down the road before me. Today there will be a very difficult conversation. I honestly believe the Lord gave me this gift of the sun. I really do.
I apologize for my silly poem. I would rather you read Sue Anderson's words....
©1997 by Susan Noyes Anderson,
"At The End of Your Rope, There’s Hope", Deseret Book
If you can keep your head and not lose favor,
When adolescence makes its grand debut;
If you can trust yourself to never waiver,
And always keep an optimistic view;
If you can hold your judgment when teens stumble,
Then watch with loving patience as they rise;
And strive to be forgiving…firm, yet humble,
And loyal, even in the face of lies;
If you can always understand the reason,
Yet never give up looking for the rhyme;
And hold your tongue when silence is in season,
Remembering that all things pass, with time;
if you can seek and find the strength within you,
And neither shrink, nor shun, the grueling fight;
If you can move the mountain, or begin to,
And never, in the darkness, lose the light;
If you can lead when children will not follow,
Yet follow, when you must, where they will lead;
And neither lose yourself, nor wind up hollow,
An empty vessel, sacrificed to need;
If you can do all these and never falter,
Nor doubt, nor pause, nor ever give up hope;
Then you are made of stone, just like Gibraltar,
And every other parent is a dope!
JUST FOR A CHANGE
©2000 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Sunshine for the Latter-day Mother’s Soul, Eagle Gate
Just for a change I’d like to make
a change this very day–
I’d like to do the things that all
those mothering books say.
I’d like to give up yelling and
perfect the old “I” statement.
(Not “turn that racket down!”) …
but “I’m in need of noise abatement.”
(Not “talk back once more and you’re toast!”) …
but “I demand respect.”
(Not “Brush your teeth, or die!”) …
“I fear your hygiene is suspect.”
I’d like to be the kind of mom
who gets the kids to clean
(and they all end up having fun,
and no one thinks you’re mean!).
I’d like to be the kind who gets
the dinner on the table
and never has to set it ‘cause
her children are so able…
And willing, oh, I’d like to be
the kind that makes them willing–
I’d write a how-to book, and
would I ever make a killing!
I’d sort of like to be the type
who’s frugal as can be
and manages her time so well
she’s always home by three.
The kind whose kids are never spoiled
because they love to work,
who think a kid who asks his mom
for money is a jerk.
I’d really like to be that kind––
and, oh, just one more thing…
I’d like to be the kind who’s never
freaked by anything.
The kind who always keeps her cool,
no matter what goes down.
The kind who can control her kids
with one look, or one frown.
(Or two looks or two frowns, or even
one big burst of words!)
I’d like to be the kind who looks
real hip, but not absurd.
In short, I’d like to be a mom
who’s good as good can be.
The only problem is, how would
my children know it’s me?
"At The End of Your Rope, There’s Hope", Deseret Book
If you can keep your head and not lose favor,
When adolescence makes its grand debut;
If you can trust yourself to never waiver,
And always keep an optimistic view;
If you can hold your judgment when teens stumble,
Then watch with loving patience as they rise;
And strive to be forgiving…firm, yet humble,
And loyal, even in the face of lies;
If you can always understand the reason,
Yet never give up looking for the rhyme;
And hold your tongue when silence is in season,
Remembering that all things pass, with time;
if you can seek and find the strength within you,
And neither shrink, nor shun, the grueling fight;
If you can move the mountain, or begin to,
And never, in the darkness, lose the light;
If you can lead when children will not follow,
Yet follow, when you must, where they will lead;
And neither lose yourself, nor wind up hollow,
An empty vessel, sacrificed to need;
If you can do all these and never falter,
Nor doubt, nor pause, nor ever give up hope;
Then you are made of stone, just like Gibraltar,
And every other parent is a dope!
JUST FOR A CHANGE
©2000 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Sunshine for the Latter-day Mother’s Soul, Eagle Gate
Just for a change I’d like to make
a change this very day–
I’d like to do the things that all
those mothering books say.
I’d like to give up yelling and
perfect the old “I” statement.
(Not “turn that racket down!”) …
but “I’m in need of noise abatement.”
(Not “talk back once more and you’re toast!”) …
but “I demand respect.”
(Not “Brush your teeth, or die!”) …
“I fear your hygiene is suspect.”
I’d like to be the kind of mom
who gets the kids to clean
(and they all end up having fun,
and no one thinks you’re mean!).
I’d like to be the kind who gets
the dinner on the table
and never has to set it ‘cause
her children are so able…
And willing, oh, I’d like to be
the kind that makes them willing–
I’d write a how-to book, and
would I ever make a killing!
I’d sort of like to be the type
who’s frugal as can be
and manages her time so well
she’s always home by three.
The kind whose kids are never spoiled
because they love to work,
who think a kid who asks his mom
for money is a jerk.
I’d really like to be that kind––
and, oh, just one more thing…
I’d like to be the kind who’s never
freaked by anything.
The kind who always keeps her cool,
no matter what goes down.
The kind who can control her kids
with one look, or one frown.
(Or two looks or two frowns, or even
one big burst of words!)
I’d like to be the kind who looks
real hip, but not absurd.
In short, I’d like to be a mom
who’s good as good can be.
The only problem is, how would
my children know it’s me?
I love her words. Someday, when I grow up, I hope to be just like her.
I'll take my sunshine any day...even if it is freezing!!
6 comments:
I am so glad for your sunshine today, and I love the poems, your's too! You are in my prayers, and I hope this day goes well. Love you!!
Great poems Cheryl. I really liked the last one, although I don't believe that there is really a mom out there that is all of those things all of the time. It would be nice though.
Loved reading these this morning!
You're in my prayers Cheryl.
Oh, Cheryl...I do hope the poems lightened your heart a bit. And I thought YOUR poem was delightful!
By the way, I've had some experience with pesky kids, and if you ever need to brainstorm or just vent a bit, email me. Any time. (Sometimes it's nice to have someone who isn't close to the sitution to "talk" to.)
I'll say a little prayer for you today.
=)
One last poem for you...the serious one that reminds us that the Lord has a plan for each of these children that He has entrusted to our care. We can, after all, only do our part. I know you are doing yours, Cheryl.
A PARENT'S REVERIE
©1997 by Susan Noyes Anderson, "At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope," Deseret Book
“Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?
or who shall stand in His holy place?” (Psalms 24:3).
Sometimes when I am quite alone and still,
The Spirit speaks and whispers words of truth:
That I am not the master of your youth,
And was not called to bend you to my will.
I was not called to bend you to my will,
Nor would He have me bind you to His own.
His yoke is one that you must bear alone;
I cannot thirst for you, nor drink your fill.
I cannot thirst for you, nor drink your fill,
Though living water springs forth pure and sweet;
Yet I can but direct your wand’ring feet,
For you must tread the path and climb the hill.
For you must tread the path and climb the hill
That leads you back into His warm embrace.
I see you standing in His holy place,
Sometimes when I am quite alone, and still.
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