Ah Matt...
Last week in addition to saying "See ya later" to Mom-Mom and spending lots of time with extended family, life went on in the Wynne household. We had an 8th grade trip to Dorney Park, a 5th grade trip to the Philadelphia Zoo, Clinic - a spinal tap and chemo, Matt's formal, a Young Women's Camp Fundraiser at church, and Charlie had lots of work in the 90 degree sun (for which we are grateful). Still catching our breath. So when the breaths include a few laughs, I'm not complaining.
Matt's new obsession - taking out the kitchen trash. "Trash to the garage Mommy," he said before dinner yesterday at least four or five times. I repeatedly told him that we would wait until AFTER dinner to take the trash to the garage. What a relief when AFTER dinner came and he could remove the trash from the kitchen. Subject dismissed.
When we came home from taking the kids to their activities at church, he pointed to the clean white bag in the kitchen trash can and said to me...
"It's a beautiful trash Mommy. It's white trash."
Megan told him to be sure he didn't say that at school :).
SMW
P.S...We are so proud of Mallory - Lewis Middle School 8th Grade Musician of the Year!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Mother-In-Law
A few years ago I found this poem in a newspaper column - I believe it was Dear Abby - and gave it to Charlie's mom. I read it at her funeral on Thursday. She is loved and will be missed so very much by all who knew her.
“Our Mother”
Mother-in-law' they say, and yet,
Somehow I simply can't forget
'Twas you who watched his baby ways
Who taught him his first hymn of praise,
Who smiled on him with loving pride
When he first toddled by your side.
And as I think of this today
Methinks that I’d much rather say
Just “Mother”.
'Mother-in-law' but oh, 'twas you
Who taught him to be kind and true,
When he was tired, almost asleep,
'Twas to your arms he used to creep;
And when he bruised his tiny knee,
'Twas you who kissed it tenderly..
When he was sad you cheered him too,
And so I’d rather speak of you
As “Mother”.
'Mother-in-law' they say, and yet,
Somehow I never shall forget
How very much I owe
To you, who taught him how to grow.
You trained your son to look above,
You made of him the man I love;
And so I think of that today,
Ah! Then with thankful heart I'll say
“Our Mother”
-Minnie Price
“Our Mother”
Mother-in-law' they say, and yet,
Somehow I simply can't forget
'Twas you who watched his baby ways
Who taught him his first hymn of praise,
Who smiled on him with loving pride
When he first toddled by your side.
And as I think of this today
Methinks that I’d much rather say
Just “Mother”.
'Mother-in-law' but oh, 'twas you
Who taught him to be kind and true,
When he was tired, almost asleep,
'Twas to your arms he used to creep;
And when he bruised his tiny knee,
'Twas you who kissed it tenderly..
When he was sad you cheered him too,
And so I’d rather speak of you
As “Mother”.
'Mother-in-law' they say, and yet,
Somehow I never shall forget
How very much I owe
To you, who taught him how to grow.
You trained your son to look above,
You made of him the man I love;
And so I think of that today,
Ah! Then with thankful heart I'll say
“Our Mother”
-Minnie Price
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