My daughter is a blogger. K has a gift for writing, truly gifted. K has chosen to keep her blog private, so we will respect her wishes. Her blog is a creative journal of her life as a wife and mommy of three daughters. How I wish I had the technology to upload photos of my kids growing up and type a quick paragraph to remind me of special moments... Instead, I was a crazed mom of four who is eternally thankful for the public school system, to provide me with photos of my youngest son! (it is not easy to be the fourth of four!)
But I digress..... K wrote a touching post, which she titled '20 years'. She paints the picture of our kitchen after dinner...K, B and Marie doing their nightly chores while I wash the dinner dishes at the sink, singing along to the 'boom-box'. After dinner, she recalls a tired momma with a bad perm and blue eye-shadow singing her little baby to sleep while rocking him in the same rocking chair she rocked her eldest daughter....20 years later, a momma with little ones, who enjoys jammin' in her kitchen...quietly rocks and softly sings to her youngest baby...in the same rocking chair. Yes, the same rocking chair her momma rocked and quietly sang her babies to sleep..............
Thank you, K.
A beautiful post.
I am so very proud of the momma my baby has become!
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With Permission, I have attached the words of my daughter.
K, I love you so!
every night. dinner just ended. i am clearing off plates, bj is sweeping the floor, erin is cleaning the table & my mom is doing dishes at the sink. love songs & dedications with glen hollace (why did you go off air glen?????) on 97.1 is playing on the old gray boom box located on the counter next to the fridge. my mom is singing to every song and dancing. no, she does not know every song, but still sings along. : ) sometimes we dance & sing along with her. sometimes we roll our eyes and discuss how we will never do such things when we are a mom.
a tired looking mom sitting in an old rocking chair purchased in 1978. she rocked her firstborn in that chair. now, she is rocking her newest little one to sleep in it. singing softly.
take out glen hollace, the perm and the blue eyeshadow and really, could be my mom in 1990 or me in 2010. i just thought it was kinda special when it hit me - she was 31 years old 20 years ago with a little baby (my brother john) just like i am 31 with a little baby.