Tagged: children
Carefree Joy
My Garden of Eden
As I sit here beside her
Snuggled and being together
I am in awe of her beauty
Her sweetness. Continue reading
Exclamation points, a childrens poem
I over use exclamation points!
It must be my passion trying to pour out of me.
I really don’t mean to yell.
I often feel like a young child, bouncing up and down trying so patiently to not interrupt. Big eyes looking up longingly, waiting for the right time, unsure when that is, all the while pulling and tugging at arms and pants to help hold back the words, until it erupts, interrupts.
It’s exciting to write and it’s exciting to be alive!
So I will over use my exclamation marks!
Live with passion.
Live the life that you were meant to live.
Be alive.
Pour over into the lives of those around you.
Cup of Water
Pitter, patter
Chitter, chatter
What’s the matter?
Father, father I need some water
Scitter, scatter
Teeter, totter
Daughter, daughter, here’s your water
“Dedicated to my husband, the Father of the Daughter that gave the cup of water, many a night!”
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Little Dogs, in Little Purses
Photo credit: http://magazine.ucla.edu/depts/quicktakes/pampered_pets/
Little Dogs, In Little Purses
(a children’s poem for a children’s book)
♥
Little dogs
In little purses
Little bows and diamond collars
In little purses worth a million dollars! Continue reading
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting (with Poem)
Fleeting Memories
Fleeting memories of time gone by
Snuggles and cuddles
the warmth of your touch Continue reading
Rainbow filtered Light
Rainbow filtered light
Shining
As unicorns fly by
Whimsy
Whimsicalness
Glittering glints
Of moisture droplets
Shine upon the glimmering
Shimmer of the silvery mane Continue reading
Questions…
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Please take a moment to answer these polls for me. It would be a great help if you did. Continue reading
Weekly photo Challenge: Escape
I love laying back in the poolside chairs while the kids splash and play and checking out the beautiful view 😉
The Granby Zoo in Granby, Quebec, Canada is one of our favorite places to go with the children. I would love to escape for a day away here with the family.
Butterfly Box
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The Butterfly Box
There once was a little girl,
With rosy cheeks and hair all a curl.
She loved to dance and she loved to play
In her very own innocent way
Until one day
She didn’t want to dance
And she didn’t want to play
She had all these feelings
that would not go away
Shore to shore, what was I born for?
So I was talking with my little guy last night. He is 5 years old and in full day senior kindergarten.
He’s been biting his nails lately so I asked him if anything was upsetting or bothering him. He said that he got anxious at school. When I asked why he said it was with large groups of people. He said everyone wants to play with him (which is great!) but he only likes to play with a few children at a time and when the group gets large it worries him.
Some of us do well in large groups while others prefer to have small groups or even one on one time. While I am all about being true to yourself and listening to your inner voice, there are times that we have to get out of our comfort zones, venture to places that are unknown and uncomfortable for that is where you will find the most growth.
When I asked my son why he thought that he was anxious in large groups he replied
“I wasn’t born for that.”
What a puzzling, wise response.
How does a 5 year old know what he was or was not born for?
Do we not ask ourselves every other day why am I here? Why was I born? What is my purpose?
While I wonder away and stand in awe of my 5 year old that knows and identifies so well with himself and his feelings I will hold him close and reassure him that there is no need to bite his nails and that he was indeed born for me.
Photo taken last spring in Lagoon City, Ontario.
Shore to shore
I will keep you safe.
Follow me.
I will show you how.
Explore,
But not too far,
Learn,
But not too much,
Swim but stay in line
When you get your wings
You may fly,
Oh me oh my,
Follow me
Stay in a row
a learning we will go
You are protected in the row,
Mummy in front,
Daddy behind.
When you fly off into the world
Daddy will always have your back
And I Mother,
Will always be here to guide you,
When you need me.
Oh, little gosling
You swam so sweetly
Followed in a row
Stay, follow me every where I go..
No, it’s time
Open your wings
You need to stretch,
You need to soar
From shore to shore
Oh my little gosling from before,
I know you can fly
I’ve seen you try
But tell me,
How will I say goodbye?
Little guy, otherwise known as Adam
Writings of a Mrs 