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kids, thinking of the future that she would never see. And
Be careful of your Golden Glitter
It may shine upon your Baby Sitter
What people will do to get away from boredom!
From watching children play with objects designed as "amusements," we come to a new place, a place of cold comforts. Child and adult, we imagine made to measure companions. Or, at least we imagine companions who are always interested in us.
Isabella is busy," Louisa said. "She's frantically finishing preparations for the supper ball, as you know. I ought to be helping her." She fixed Mac a look. "So should you."
"I am helping her. I'm minding the children. A good husband knows when to stay out of the way of the whirling household.
Loretta didn't have much time left for mothering, and once I was old enough to fry my own eggs, she started leaving me home with the cat. Then the cat ran away; she didn't notice. Poor
I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.
Dis love! Dat's just whut's got us uh pullin' and haulin' and sweatin' and doin' from can't see in de mornin' till can't see at night. Nanny to Janie
I am loving being Momma. I really, really am.
Kaethe Schwehn's poignant memoir explores longing, both spiritual and physical, community and faith, in prose that is calm, lovely, and filled with clear-eyed honesty and grace. Tailings is simply an exquisite book.
MOTHERS
Measuring
Out
Their
Highest
Efforts
Rearing
Souls
Just a wee cot-the crickets chirr-love and the smiling face of her.
herding cats and shoveling smoke.
Mothers
Offer
Their
Hearts as an
Eternal
Resting
Spot
We're [as parents] striving for an unattainable, inauthentic shell, and ignoring the real nut, the gooey inside: love, laughter, and fulfillment from simple things.
Kissing babies and hugging fat girls.
Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap.
Doing nothing, badly.
Mother's love grows by giving.
Pastime with good company
I love and shall, until I die.
Grudge who list, but none deny!
So God be pleased, thus live will I.
Watcha doin? If you're like me, you're doin nothin, but you're doin it so well that everybody thinks you're doin somethin.
Mothering/nurturing is a vital force and process establishing relationships throughout the universe.
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.
There are orphans that can be cared for; but this some will not venture to undertake, for it brings them work more than they care to do, leaving them but little time to please themselves.
colored pencils to fill in blank spaces. Being
On the sly, scoping for love.
I love being with someone, taking care of someone.
But I was not especially skilled at minding children for long spells; I grew bored, perhaps like my own mother. After I spent too much time playing their games, my mind grew peckish and longed to lose itself in some book I had in my backpack. I was ever hopeful of early bedtimes and long naps.
To getting laid and fighting fires.
The pleasures of living is loving!
Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.
My favourite pastime used to be sitting on a park bench watching people. But after 'Jagged Little Pill,' the eyeballs turned, and I was the watched one.
So I have this word for much of what I do in life: 'plorking.' I'm not playing and I'm not working, I'm plorking.
What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously.
"I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained.
As an adult and a parent, when I'm not acting, I'm not acting. I'm being a parent, and I'm on the school run, and I'm sewing labels onto socks. That's what I'm doing.
Eating together as always: Lily chattering away, Mother and Father making their customary
Loving you is what I do best.
A man in love will jump to pick up a glove or a bouquet for a silly girl of sixteen, whilst at home he will permit his aged mother to carry pails of water and armfuls of wood, or his wife to lug a twenty-pound baby, hour after hour, without ever offe
I am always floating around trying to tend to everyone and be free while at the same time enjoying some space.
This is really why I made my daughters learn to garden - so they would always have a mother to love them, long after I am gone.
Reading, Writing, and Enjoying A Creative Life.
tonguing her clit. I
lying on "mattress graves.
(as a single woman in my early thirties, I was careful not to coo excessively over other people's infants, lest it seem like I was telegraphing my desperation; the necessity of this precaution annoyed me, making me want to defiantly announce that I'd always liked babies,
you. It kept her so busy while she was here. TheBusy-- Tracy Rees
I tend the flowers of my mind
Watering our memories as they bloom
Bugger off sweetheart Nanny's busy
Love is needing to be loved.
Oh, those women! They nurse and cuddle their presentiments, and make darlings of their ugliest thoughts.
But since we've been separated, I may most miss coming home to deliver the narrative curiosities of my day, the way
a cat might lay mice at your feet: the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in
separate backyards.
Hunting, bathing, gaming, laughing: that's living (venari lavare ludere ridere occest vivere).
Sitting still as stone watching - watching
People walking by you wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it - if they ever did
The joy of motherhood: what a mother experiences when all her children are in bed
As adults we get so entrapped in illusions and trivia, that we forget the true essence of life; and so often we need to connect with children, to understand that it is the little, priceless joys that make life beautiful and worthy.
Let me share my loving care upon those who are not my children - yet, willing to see me as their Father.
What is it that affectionate parents require of their Children; for all their care, anxiety, and toil on their accounts? Only that they would be wise and virtuous, Benevolent and kind.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror.
"It's me," said a familiar voice.
... "Eric, what are you doing here?"
"Snuggling.
I used to babysit a lot, and I used to be a nanny.
What do we older folks live for if not for the care of the young, to teach and train them?
Crafting, as the title suggests,
Farting, don't think, just fart.
World." "I love her for being so happy," Carol brooded. "I ought to be that way. I worship the baby, but the housework - Oh, I suppose I'm fortunate; so much better off than farm-women on a new clearing, or people in a slum." It
We fill the hands and nurseries of our children with all manner of dolls, drums and horses, withdrawing their eyes from the plain face and ... Nature, the sun and moon, the animals, the water and stones, which should be their toys.
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
The happiness of life may be greatly increased by small courtesies in which there is no parade, whose voice is too still to tease, and which manifest themselves by tender and affectionate looks, and little kind acts of attention.
How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature; as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it.
she was practicing a skill that both her parents had acquired as children, a way of maintaining a substitute life
Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.
The mother who takes pains to endow her children with good habits secures for herself smooth and easy days.
Parenting is a stage of life's journey where the milestones come about every fifty feet.
What do I most love to do? (I love it so much I can do it for long stretches of time without getting tired or bored.)
Watchin' and listenin' is the thing at present; not talking.
Praise the child, and you make love to the mother.
The First Rule of Mom: Love. The Second Rule of Mom: Feed your offspring.
The playful search for beauty.
What instruction the baby brings to the mother!
That's what it is to be a grandma. All fun and no stress.
In my spare time I like watching TV, laying on the couch, just chillin'.
Being my lady on my arm and my slut between the sheets
An infant no more than six weeks old
a person in the still floppy, stunned by visual stimuli, sucking, arm and foot waving, grunting, grimacing phase of life. How I had loved that stage in my own Daisy's path of becoming. [p.46]
Indeed, mother, you are always our helper."
"For what else are we born?
Taking care is one way to show your love. Another way is letting people take good care of you when you need it.
I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them.This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure.
being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her. The
she's teaching me to see to be blind sighted.
One unexpected bonus of motherhood is the visual beauty. I am enchanted by the sights of my children, the tones of skin, the clear eyes, the grace, the curve of a hand and cheek, to see them racing across the back lawn in a certain slant of light.
There is a patience that cackles. There are a great many virtues that are hen-like. They are virtue, to be sure; but everybody in the neighborhood has to know about them.
Who is getting more pleasure from this rocking, the baby or me?
her grandmother reminding her how to come home.
The unloved watch the loved perform the small rituals of their loving.
This love for everyday things,
part natural from the wide eye of Infancy,
part a literary calculation
trying to help her out of
Little children, love one another.
I like getting older and being the person who people ask for help.
Causing Dobby's eyes to leak with happiness again.
I love and commit to nourishing my inner child.
I am just relaxing and enjoying myself, doing what I always did.
Keep the child within alive. A child never tires of hearing the birds sing, never gets bored looking at flowers.
I like to feel occupied.