I'm happy it wasn't my day

I make a practice of reading the blogs of relatives and friends on a regular basis. You just never know when you will come up with a treasure, a great idea, or a good laugh.

This one is just such a great one, that I have to share it! It makes me grateful for a boring, calm life.

http://thetietjenzoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-very-bad-day-must-read.html

Anita Renfroe

This is a video of probably the FUNNIEST thing about motherhood I have ever seen. It never gets old, I can watch it over and over.

After you have watched it, the lyrics are below the video if you want to try and follow along

THE MOM OVERTURE by Anita Renfroe

Get 'em out, get ‘em out, get ‘em out of bed~ Wash your face, brush your teeth, come on sleepy head~ Get your clothes, get your shoes, get a word I said~ Get up now, get up and make your bed~ Are you hot, are you cold, are you wearing that~ Where’s your books and your lunch and your homework at~ Grab your coat and your gloves and your scarf and hat~ Don’t forget, you got to feed the cat~ Eat your breakfast. Experts tells us it’s the most important meal of all~ Take your vitamins so you will grow up one day to be big and tall~ Remember the orthodontist will be seeing you at three today~ Don’t forget piano lessons are this afternoon so you must play. Don’t shuffle, she’s lovely, but hurry, the bus is hear~ be careful, come back here, did you wash, behind your ears.

Play outside, don’t play rough, could you just play fare~ Be polite, make a friend, don’t forget to share~ Work it out, take your turn, never take a dare~ Get along, don’t make me come down there~ Clean your room, pick up clothes, put your stuff away~ Make your bed, do it now, do you have all day~ Were you born in a barn, would you like some hay~ Do you even hear a word I say~ Answer the phone, get off the phone~ Don’t sit so close, turn it down, no texting at the table~ No more computer time tonight~ Your ipods my ipod if you don’t listen up

Were you going, when your leaving and what time do you think your coming home?~ Say thank you, please, excuse me, bless you , welcome every were you go~ You’ll appreciate my wisdom someday when your older and you are grown~ Can’t wait until you have a couple little children of your own~ You’ll thank me for the council I gave you so willingly~ But right now I’ll thank you not to roll your eyes at me~ Close your mouth when you chew and appreciate~ Take a bite, maybe two of the stuff you hate~ Use a fork, do not burp or I’ll set you straight~ Eat the food I put upon your plate~ Get an A, but don’t get smart with me~ Get a grip, take a breath, counting down to three~ Get a job, get a life, get a PhD~ Here we go.

I don’t care who started it~ Your grounded until your 36~ Get your story straight and tell the truth for once for heaven sake~ And if all your friends jumped off a cliff would you jump too?~ If I said it once I’ve said it at least a thousand times before that~ Your too old to act this way~ Must be your fathers DNA~ Look at me when I am talking~ Stand up straighter when you walk~ A place for everything~ And everything must be in place~ Stop crying or I’ll give you something real to cry about~ Oh

Brush your teeth, wash your face put your pjs on~ Get in bed, get a hug, Say a prayer with mom~ Don’t forget, I love you, *kiss*~ And tomorrow we will do this all again~ Because your moms job never ends~ You don’t need a reason why~ Because, because, because, because~ I said so~ I said so~ I said so~ I said so~I’m the mom, the mom, the mom, mom, mom~ The Mom~ Tada

For Mother & Moms

I would love to give someone the credit for this, but I don't know who wrote it. But I love it.

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MOTHERS and MOMS

This is for the mothers who have sat upall night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
'It's okay honey, Mommy's here.'
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains
on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools andmake cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers
who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. And that when their kids asked, 'Did you see me, Mom?' they could say, 'Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world,' and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner.

And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making
babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read 'Goodnight, Moon' twice a night for a year.

And then read it again, 'Just one more time.'
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the motherswho opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook

and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls 'Mom?'
in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home

-- or even away at college

-- or have their own families.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them
they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later
asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed

when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings,

and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,

and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience?

Compassion?

Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart?

Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M.

to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news
of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there.

In the end we can only do the best we can.

Tell them every day that we love them.

And pray and never stop being a mother...

'Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.'

Live each day as though it were your last and never forget to say

'I love you.'

“Oh what a beautiful morning” or Ode to my Mother

Sunday as we were waiting for our teenager to finish getting ready so we could go to church, I had one of those “moments”. You could call it a flashback or you could call it “I am my mother”. We were hoping to be on-time or even a little early. . . well, we did get there, but it was just after they had started.

While I was waiting, my mind began to sing the hymn “Welcome, Welcome, Sabbath Morning”. FULL STOP!!! That was not me-that was my mother singing. Literally, it was her voice!!

If you ask all 10 siblings, they each could tell you many times when our mother would start singing. But she didn’t just sing any song. She sang a hymn that was chosen specifically to apply to the situation. When she would sing, I remember acting just like my daughter. Expelling a loud huff, turning my back and stomping away loudly; I went far enough away to not have to hear the musical reminder.

Love At Home – when we were fighting
Welcome, Welcome Sabbath Morning – when Sundays were more difficult than they needed to be
E’rr You Left Your Room This Morning, Did you Think To Pray – her way of letting us know that she could tell we hadn’t said our personal prayers that day
Have I Done Any Good In The World Today – when we were not willing to help others, or be nice
You Can Make The Pathway Bright, Fill The Soul With Heaven’s Light, If There’s Sunshine In Your Heart – when our moods were too negative or angry or. . .

I could go on with each hymn, but you get the idea! Those musical reminders did a number of things for me and to me. (Now that I’m over 50, I can admit that.)

First, it did exactly what she intended it to do. It helped me realize that the Gospel of Christ extends into all aspects of my life. Those lessons were taught by a few musical notes with an appropriate message attached.

Second is that she taught all of us the Hymns of Zion. We knew she loved them. She sang them more that just as instruction (and so she didn’t yell at us in those situations). She sang them as she worked and as she rocked each child.

While I was growing up, it didn’t really dawn on me that she knew all the words to all the verses. But she did! I think that is one of the treasured legacies we have from her – the knowledge that the Hymns of Zion are more than just little songs; they are prayers, pleading, advice, lessons, praise, thanks and much more.

I still can’t get far enough away to not hear those musical reminders, and I am very grateful for that.

You can't have one parent without the other, They just go together.

To see the hymns for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints go to this link.

http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/