We’ve Struck Gold!!

When I was little our family didn’t have a lot of money… Mimi and Papa did all they could and gave us everything they had the power, or funds, to give to us… Quite honestly I never wanted for a single thing… What they couldn’t spoil us with financially they more than made up for with outdoor fun, nature walks, and quality time spent together… In fact as I sit and reminisce quietly in my mind I think what they gave to us was so much more than anything money could buy… They taught us to use our imaginations and make fun out of nothing… We learned to rely on each other for entertainment… This, in turn, made for some very fond memories… And some pretty filthy little kids…

My mother would always tell me that the Kettrick’s were rich in love... This answer didn’t always suffice my immature and greedy little personality then… But it certainly makes me proud now! Especially since this is exactly how I feel about our little family… We may not have it all right now, but we have each other and that’s all I really want…

So when I get a little sad sometimes that I can’t buy you every little thing I want you to have, I just have to think…

If hugs were nickels and kisses were dimes, we would be the wealthiest family on the block!!

The best gift ever…

A Mother’s Song

My heart is like a fountain true

that flows and flows with love to you.

As chirps the lark unto the tree

so chirps my pretty babe to me.

There is not a rose where I seek

as comely as my baby's cheek.

There's not a comb of honey bee

so full of sweets as babe to me.

There's not a star that shines on high

is brighter than my baby's eye.

There's not a boat upon the sea

can dance as baby does to me.

No silk was ever spun so fine

as is the hair of baby mine.

My baby smells more sweet to me

than smells in spring the elder tree.

A little fish swims in the well

So in my heart does baby dwell.

A little flower blows on the tree

My baby is the flower to me.

Ten thousand parks where deer do run,

Ten thousand roses in the sun,

Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,

my babe more precious is to me.

~ A Traditional Lullaby ~

Thank you my little girl… My Brianna… All I have ever wanted or ever asked for, you have given to me… It is because of you that I get to be a mother and celebrate Mother’s Day…

I am truly blessed…

My bologna has a first name…

When I was a little girl I always dreamed about being a mother… I would play with my dolls and feed them, swaddle them, rock them and even sing them a lullaby to help them fall asleep…I loved my babies and those years of my life helped prepare me for the day when I would become a real life mother…

Well that day has come... I am a mother who rocked her baby to sleep every night… Despite all the books and the naysayers warning against such a horrific and detrimental habit… To them I say BLAH… What a ridiculous notion! What do they know?  In fact I still rock you at bedtime… This special time we spend every night singing our lullabies before bed is like a ritual to me… At this point I think it’s more for me than it is for you anyway… You love your bed… You love playing in it before you drift off into a peaceful slumber to dream those beautiful little girl dreams… Probably of caks and geagles running and flying free… But every night you humor me… And there we sit in the rocking chair, in your pretty pink bedroom, as I sing the same 2 songs as I have every single night for your short life… “You Are My Sunshine” and “Goldilocks”…

It wasn’t until a month ago or so that I passed the bedtime torch to Dad… Just on Tuesday nights so I could go to a Zumba class with some friends…The transition went smoothly and you happily let your Daddy sing you your goodnight songs and put you down for some well deserved sleep… It makes me smile that he gets to experience this little slice of heaven that until now was all mine… This week when I got home I asked him how things went and made sure that he sang to you… Of course he did… So I asked him what songs he had chosen for your Tuesday nights together… Imagine my surprise when he answered, “You Are My Sunshine and… The kicker… The Oscar Meyer Bologna song”… I laughed so hard when he told me, that I nearly wet my pants… I mean it’s not news to me that your father is one of the most hilarious people on the face of the Earth… And I am certainly aware that when he’s around you never quite know what little nuggets of comedic brilliance might come shooting out of his mouth… But this, well this one even caught me off guard…

That father of yours boy, he’s nothing if not creative with his sense of humor…