This Monday my good friend called to tell me that she's pregnant. She's the third of us 5 friends to have a baby. Shannon and I both had boys on March 17, 2009, Carter and Cooper. I'm very excited for Kelly and her husband, Joe. Their lives are about to change dramatically and totally for the better. I can't wait to hear her take on lack of sleep, breast feeding (if she chooses to do that), diaper changes, midnight feedings, moodiness, etc.
(Kelly's belly 3/12/2010)
It's a very big thing to have in common with a friend that you've known for so many years. I live far from all my high school friends and I think being mommies together will bring us a tad closer in heart and spirit. It's fun to share stories and track progress of development. Anyhow....
I posted this poem below just after I had Carter, but thought it would be appropriate to post again; to mark Carter's birth 1 year ago next week and to inspire Kelly, the new mommy-to-be!!! Love you Kel and I'm very excited to inspire you to be the best mama you can be. I'm always around to help give advice and share all the things I've learned from being a first timer. Anytime mama...anytime!! (Was it this weird for you to call me mama when I was pregnant as it is for me to call you the same? Haha! I just always picture us drinking, staying up late, and laying in the sun or something.)
A Parents Prayer
Help me give my children the best... not of trappings or toys, but of myself, cherishing them on good days and bad, theirs and mine. Teach me to accept them for who they are, not for what they do; to listen to what they say, if only so they will listen to me; to encourage their goals, not mine; and please, let me laugh with them and be silly.Let me give them a home where respect is the cornerstone, integrity the foundation, and there is enough happiness to raise the roof. May I give them the courage to be true to themselves; the independence to take care of themselves and the faith to believe in a power much greater than their own. See that I discipline my children without demeaning them, demand good manners without forgetting my own and let them know they have limitless love, no matter what they do. Let me feed them properly, clothe them adequately and have enough to give them small allowances... not for the work they do but the pleasure they bring...and let me be moderate in all these things, so the joy of getting will help them discover the joy of giving. See that their responsibilities are real but not burdensome, that my expectations are high but not overwhelming and that my thanks and praise are thoughtful and given when they're due. Help me teach them that excellence is work's real reward, and not the glory it brings. But when it comes.. and it will.. let me revel in each honor, however small, without once pretending that it's mine; my children are glories enough. Above all, let me ground these children so well that I can dare to let them go.
And may they be so blessed!!!
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