♥ Rubber Slippers in Washington ♥: A Post Only A Mother (Or Grandmother, Or Aunty) Could Love...But I Post It Anyway. :)

August 28, 2008

A Post Only A Mother (Or Grandmother, Or Aunty) Could Love...But I Post It Anyway. :)

8 comments:

Jessi said...: Oh my word, this is hilarious! I love her whispering. I've never heard her say so much since I've known you. Your days must be full of wonderful mommy moments like these.; Friday, August 29, 2008 3:11:00 PM
Sandra Ramey said...: I'm not the grandma or the auntie BUT....I LOVE IT! So cute and so spontaneous! I sent it to my daughter in Australia....she will get a good chuckle.; Saturday, September 06, 2008 1:49:00 PM
Kapi'olani said...: nice come back mommy..."Noooo (thinking thinking, calculating....no, you'll be thhhhirty-seven". I love you Malia!; Saturday, September 20, 2008 11:58:00 AM
Anita said...: Okay, so I'm not HER mother, but I can definitely appreciate it. Love the "I'm gonna be 12 8" and all those other cute sayings that can come from a child's sweet little lips. Glad you shared!; Friday, September 26, 2008 1:11:00 PM
Danny said...: Hahaha, thank you for that, what a perfect girly cutie-pie fix for me!
I love that I can see similar behavior in her, that I see in Derek, just the age, too cute!; Saturday, November 22, 2008 11:39:00 PM
Shilani said...: SO good!!! Never again the same, but captured forever right there....How precious!!!; Sunday, September 19, 2010 5:21:00 PM
Bethany Raelene said...: Ha! Oh man, this is PRICELESS! Love it, love her, love you're motherly advice! :-D; Sunday, September 19, 2010 10:12:00 PM
DoRe' said...: thanks!

love malia!; Tuesday, February 22, 2011 4:02:00 PM

Thought for Today

“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”

― Khalil Gibran

Consider This

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Marianne Williamson, "A Return to Love"

♥ Rubber Slippers in Washington ♥

August 28, 2008

A Post Only A Mother (Or Grandmother, Or Aunty) Could Love...But I Post It Anyway. :)

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