There are certain things I didn't do before I had kids.
One is that I never made pancakes for myself.
Pancakes are meant to be shared, and since my hubby is not a breakfast person, I don't think I ever made pancakes before I became a mom.
Although I still make pancakes, my boys are growing up.
I wonder where the time has gone.
What happened to the days of....
Happy Meals and Hot Wheels?
Story time at the library?
Choo-chooing with Thomas the Train?
Trips to the zoo and aquarium?
Counting in Spanish with Dora?
Playdates and picnics at the park?
Dancing with the Wiggles?
Mommy and Me gymnastic class?
Staying at home to care for my boys in their early years was hands-down one of the BEST decisions I ever made. What a gift!
Now my boys are in school. I miss them.
Even though they are almost 9 and 12, they are still the reason I do what I do.
Like making them a cake before they start school each year. They get to pick the flavor. Time picks the candle: this year Aaron blew out a 6. Cade blew out a 3. Then we sing, "Happy 6th/3rd Grade to You". We celebrate each year. Each milestone.
Awhile back, I wrote a poem that described those early years I spent with them.
It may just describe yours, too!
You are the Reason
You are the reason
I mix the pancake batter.
You are the reason
That all things matter.
You are the reason
I rise early today.
You are the reason
I mold shapes out of clay.
You are the reason
I read fairy tales.
You are the reason
I don't check e-mails.
You are the reason
I dig up earthworms.
You are the reason
I fuss over germs.
You are the reason
I cook noodles with cheddar.
You are the reason
I want to be better.
You are the reason
I hold on so tight.
You are the reason
I look left and then right.
You are the reason
We visit the zoo.
You are the reason
I moo like I do.
You are the reason
I leave on the light.
You are the reason
I stay up at night.
You are the reason
I stand up and cheer.
You are the reason
I celebrate each year.
You are the reason
I mix the cake batter.
You are the reason
That all things matter.
One is that I never made pancakes for myself.
Pancakes are meant to be shared, and since my hubby is not a breakfast person, I don't think I ever made pancakes before I became a mom.
Although I still make pancakes, my boys are growing up.
I wonder where the time has gone.
What happened to the days of....
Happy Meals and Hot Wheels?
Story time at the library?
Choo-chooing with Thomas the Train?
Trips to the zoo and aquarium?
Counting in Spanish with Dora?
Playdates and picnics at the park?
Dancing with the Wiggles?
Mommy and Me gymnastic class?
Staying at home to care for my boys in their early years was hands-down one of the BEST decisions I ever made. What a gift!
Now my boys are in school. I miss them.
Even though they are almost 9 and 12, they are still the reason I do what I do.
Like making them a cake before they start school each year. They get to pick the flavor. Time picks the candle: this year Aaron blew out a 6. Cade blew out a 3. Then we sing, "Happy 6th/3rd Grade to You". We celebrate each year. Each milestone.
Awhile back, I wrote a poem that described those early years I spent with them.
It may just describe yours, too!
You are the Reason
You are the reason
I mix the pancake batter.
You are the reason
That all things matter.
You are the reason
I rise early today.
You are the reason
I mold shapes out of clay.
You are the reason
I read fairy tales.
You are the reason
I don't check e-mails.
You are the reason
I dig up earthworms.
You are the reason
I fuss over germs.
You are the reason
I cook noodles with cheddar.
You are the reason
I want to be better.
You are the reason
I hold on so tight.
You are the reason
I look left and then right.
You are the reason
We visit the zoo.
You are the reason
I moo like I do.
You are the reason
I leave on the light.
You are the reason
I stay up at night.
You are the reason
I stand up and cheer.
You are the reason
I celebrate each year.
You are the reason
I mix the cake batter.
You are the reason
That all things matter.
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