Little Red Sneakers (A Poem and reblog)

I am posting this yet again, as I see people still look this one up now and again. Enjoy!!!

Here is a poem from my journal that was written 6/21/93.  It is about my children and wanting never to forget all the special memories of their childhood. The red sneakers were Patrick’s, and they were little  canvas high tops-so cute!  (He had several different pairs, and I even saved a pair of velcro cuties!)

This poem is titled:

LITTLE RED SNEAKERS

I want to remember,

Little red sneakers, sandboxes and swings,

and all the little childhood things.

Little Red Sneakers 🙂 (Yes, I saved them)

Joyful laughter-wiping tears, I want to remember through the years.

Ice cream, lollipops and licorice,too,

Wagons and bicycles-a stroller for two.

Christmases and birthdays, when everyone’s over,

Ernie and Bert, Oscar and Grover.

Bathing suits and summer fun, a kiss and hug for everyone.

Carousels and pony rides, cookouts and climbing slides.

A wading pool, chock-full of toys,

Climbing trees is for little boys!

Scampering feet on wooden floors,

Singing kid songs behind closed doors.

Christopher Robin and Winnie The Pooh,

Owl, Eeyore, Kanga and Roo.

Reading books on Mommy’s lap,

Patrick

“Come on now kids, it’s time for your nap!”

Cookies and milk before going to bed.

Stroking blonde hair on a tired boys head.

The kiss and the hug,  the ” I  Love You!” before sleeping,

Lies deep within my heart, worth keeping.

These things I want to remember with pleasure.

Worth more than gold,

It’s a mother’s treasure!

The End

:)

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Little Red Sneakers (via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog)

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but I think it is a great poem and many people enjoyed this last time. Here’s one for all the moms that “want to remember” and know that special times with little ones never really last for very long. Thank God for memories! Enjoy!

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via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog

For The Laughter Of Children

I know…I’m sorry.  It has been some time since I wrote my last blog. It has been crazy and I can’t seem to straighten out my new schedule and find time to do everything I want to do.  but I figured I’d just throw something out there and go with it.

This illustration I did awhile ago and it brings back such memories for me as a child.  I remember going outside early in the morning and not going back in, except for bathroom breaks and lunch.  I’d come back to the house when the street lights would come on.  Wow, how things change.

We played hopscotch, softball, statue, red light green light, tag…you name it.  it was great.  Now today, there is not one kid I know that is not looking down at their Blackberry, phone or otherwise.  They don’t even look up.  “Hellllooo!  I’m over here!!!”  Whatever happened to conversing , for God’s sake!

I don’t get it.

But anyway, I know when I am sitting in a park by myself, or even in my backyard on my deck…and I hear children in the distance at recess at the nearby school, and I hear laughter, It brings it all back.  The innocence and  feeling  of ultimate freedom that a child possesses, I’d take it back in a minute.

Yes, thank God for the laughter of children.  It’s like music for the tired soul.  🙂

For The Laughter Of Children

For The Laughter Of Children

Here is a quote that I illustrated awhile back.  I really liked the quote, but wasn’t sure how I was going to illustrate it.  I finally decided drawing several children tumbling about and climbing trees and such.  After all, that’s what being a kid is all about.

 I think in the end it served the quote rather well.  And the quote rings true, for whenever I see children at play and being so free, it always makes me smile…and also remember.  Enjoy! 🙂

For The Laughter of Children

Little Red Sneakers

 

Patrick (about 1992) with sock puppet on hand, in his little red sneakers

 

My kids- Kelsey, Patrick and Caitlin (about 1998)

 

Here is a poem from my journal that was written 6/21/93.  It is about my children and wanting never to forget all the special memories of their childhood. The red sneakers were Patrick’s, and they were little  canvas high tops-so cute!

This poem is titled:  Little Red Sneakers

*I want to remember,

Little red sneakers, sandboxes and swings,

and all the little childhood things.

Joyful laughter-wiping tears, I want to remember through the years.

Ice cream, lollipops and licorice,too,

Wagons and bicycles-a stroller for two.

Christmases and birthdays, when everyone’s over,

Ernie and Bert, Oscar and Grover.

Bathing suits and summer fun, a kiss and hug for everyone.

Carousels and pony rides, cookouts and climbing slides.

A wading pool, chock-full of toys,

Climbing trees is for little boys!

Scampering feet on wooden floors,

Singing kid songs behind closed doors.

Christopher Robin and Winnie The Pooh,

Owl, Eeyore, Kanga and Roo.

Reading books on Mommy’s lap,

“Come on now kids, it’s time for your nap!”

Cookies and milk before going to bed.

Stroking blonde hair on a tired boys head.

The kiss and the hug,  the ” I  Love You!” before sleeping,

Lies deep within my heart, worth keeping.

These things I want to remember with pleasure.

Worth more than gold,

It’s a mother’s treasure!

The End

🙂

The Kitchen Is the Heart Of The Home

This is a quote I live by as I am usually in the kitchen and I like it that way.  I feel most comfortable, and less stressed out, when baking or cooking up a meal.  When company comes over, I try my best to make them feel at home. Hopefully, I succeed.

In my kitchen, I have country aprons (from Amish country, of course) hanging off hooks, wooden plaques with clever kitchen quotes,  various country linens and other assorted country decor scattered throughout the room.  To me, it feels very “homey “. It’s me.

I like nothing more than when someone(usually my kid’s friends) walks through my door, and I have  something baking.  The compliments come quickly and before you know it, shoes come off by the fridge, and there’s conversation  and laughter.   Now that’s comfort!  I think that’s pretty neat.

I want my kids to remember kitchen smells.  You know, like a roast or banana bread, or even meatloaf.  I remember them, and fondly, too!

When my kids were small, we had a day put aside for just baking together.  I wanted them to get the satisfaction of starting with basic ingredients, and know that with a little hard work, you’d end up with this wonderful pie or cake or muffin-whatever.   As long as they knew it didn’t just come from a box at Stop and Shop.  We had great fun doing it, too! 

It’s too easy today to just go and “buy” a box of cookies, a loaf of bread or even a birthday cake.  I know it’s necessary sometimes, but I think we miss out on so much when we do this.  All the senses are at work when you bake something yourself and when it’s done, “you” get the compliments. It’s much more satisfying.  Especially when you see their faces stuffed and something muffled comes out like, “Wow, this is really good, Mrs.

The Kitchen Is The Heart Of The Home

 

McNulty!”

So, this is the reason for me illustrating this quote- oh, and look-it’s a little girl “baking”!  How surprising!!!!  🙂  Enjoy!  Cheryl