Thursday, February 26, 2009

Lesson #9

Ok, I am warning you. Don't read this unless you are in a place where you can cry your eyes out, because that is what I just did. I am trying to plan my lesson for YW this Sunday, which is on Honoring your Parents, and I happened across this article. The author is unknown, but whoever they are, I thank them. This touched my heart.

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.

God answered her "Yes, this way is hard, and you will be old before you reach the end of it, but the end will be better than the beginning.

The young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike, and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "a little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world.

Year after year she showed them compassion, understanding, and hopes, but most of all...unconditional love.

And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And Mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her.

And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother is more than a memory. She is a living presence. Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winters day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is your birthday morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter and she's crystallized in every tear drop.

A mother shows every emotion...happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrows - all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space, not even death!

Monday, February 23, 2009

I am one tired Wife!

So I fall asleep on the couch, like, every night. Josh and I will settle in to watch a movie, or a little Arrest Development, and I am out like a light bulb, or in our case, two fluorescent lights.

This is fine, except I HATE to wake up. I hate to have to wake up for almost anything, even my husband apparently, because this is the text message I received last night while Josh was tucked away in bed reading his book:

"Come to bed please, I love you"

He thought this would wake me up. It didn't.

Friday, February 13, 2009

It's got to be Mom...

So, I had a little breakdown last Sunday. I have been having some serious "feel sorry for myself" days lately...

So, when I had my little breakdown, I went up to her room and just cried. "I need something that is hers, just to have it, to feel what is left of her on it". So, what did mom have more than anything else??? LOTION!

I grab a HUGE bottle of Avon pink lotion, which she put on her feet every night before she went to bed. I love that smell.

Sunday night, as Josh and I were getting ready for bed, the lotion sat closed (with a push and turn lid, I might add) on my nightstand. We laughed and laughed about a friend who's husband accidental wet the bed right after they got married and peed all over her. I was laughing so hard, I almost peed the bed right then.

5:30am rolls around, and I feel something cold on my back. I roll over to feel something wet on the sheets. So, what is my first thought? "Josh or I have wet the bed!" To my surprise it is a little sticky, and smells quite nice... At that moment I feel the half empty bottle...

Somehow, I had opened that HUGE bottle of Mom lotion in the middle of the night, and slept with it open. The sheets were so saturated with lotion, that there was a 6 inch puddle.

When I told Keli what had happened, her answer was "It's got to be Mom, you lucky". I'm going with that. She visited me, and left a little something behind for me to remember. I love you mom, come visit me anytime, I miss you so much!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Welcome to our new blog! We are the Quincy family, and we love to waterski. Hence the name. Aren't I clever?? This is about as far as my creativity takes me....

Stay tuned!