Mother's Heart

Mother’s Heart

Children are about love whether they grew

beneath a mother’s heart or not.

Children are the joy of a Mother’s Heart.

The day that I went into labor, I turned over in bed and my water broke.

I called the doctor.

He said for us to come later that after noon or if the pains got worse,

go to the hospital sooner.

I remember riding over to the doctor’s office thinking that the

trip home would be the three of us.

A Family.

Something my husband and

I always wanted.

I remember riding up on the elevator to the maternity ward thinking,

"I’m really scared and excited all at the same time."

Due to problems, I had to have a c-section.

They put me to sleep and

I remember waking up and

being pushed down the hall.

They asked if I would like to see my son.

I said, “Yes.”

I remember, they had him wrapped up so
tightly in the blanket that he couldn’t even move.

They took his little hat off and he had a head full of brown hair that was so

long that it actually needed to be cut. I remember thinking,

how could something so beautiful come out of me.

He literally took my breathe away.

He was so beautiful.

The very next thought was

“Thank You God, for a beautiful son.”

The Lord gave me my son on

August 17,1983,

9 lb. 10 1/2 oz.

21 1/2
inches long.

I remember the first time I held him.

I remember the hearing the sounds,

he made when he drank from his bottle.

I remember the first words, DA DA

I remember the first Christmas tree with the pretty lights on the tree.

I remember we put the tree up in November,

we were so excited to share his firsts.

I remember the first solid taste of the different foods.

I remember wearing the first taste of the different foods

he didn't like.

I remember the first baths,

and what happens to a little boy when the water first hits them.

I remember all the first of many laughs,

first birthday with 3 cakes.
The Lord continues to give many

wonderful moments

with

my son over the years.

He gave me many, many

wonderful Firsts.

First

Long ago you came to me, a miracle of firsts,
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
a sunbeam on the burst.

But one day you will move away and leave me your past,
And I will be left thinking of a lifetime of your lasts.

The last time that I held a bottle to your baby lips.....
Last time that lifted you and held you on my hips......
Last time when you had a binky stuck inside your mouth......
The last time that you crawled across the floor of this old house.

Last time when you ran to me,
still small enough to hold,
Last time when you said you’d marry me when you grew old.
Precious, simple moments and bright flashes from the past.
“Would I have held you longer if I’d known they were the last?”

Your last few hours of kindergarten,
Last days of first grade......
Last at bat in Little League,
Last colored papers drawn.
Last time I tucked you in for our last midday nap.........
Last time you wore your beat up old baseball cap....
Last time you caught a lizard in our old back yard.....
Last time when you ran barefoot across the back yard.....
Last time you played in the springers in the back yard.

Silly scattered images to represent your past,
Would I have taken pictures ........
If I’d known they were the last?

The last dark night you slipped in bed and slept between us two,
When last I read to you of God and Winnie the Poo!

Last time that we held devotions in the evening hours.
Last time you made an angel in the melting snow....
I never even said good-bye to yetersdays long passed...
Would I have marked the moments.........
If I’d known they were the last?

Last trombone lessons and last Cub and Boy Scout trips.
The last weeks of middle school........

The last music concert at the Middle and High School

The last field trips with the High School Band..........

Seeing you walk across the stage.....

to see you graduate from High School.
The last dandelion flowers you would pick for me.

Last time that you needed me for rides from here to there..........
That last time that you spend the night that old tattered baby blanket.

Last time that I helped you with a math or spelling test.
Last time I shouted your room’s a mess.

Time and life move quickly, taking pieces of your past.
Would I have stretched the moments...........
If I’d known they were the last?

The last time that you need help with details of a dance......
Last time that you asked me for advice about romance.
Last time that you talked to me about your hopes and dreams.
Last time you wore a tux for your college orchestra performance.

I watched you grow and never noticed the seasons as they passed.

I wish I could’ve frozen time, to hold on your lasts.......

For come tomorrow morning life will never be the same.
You’ll pledge forever to your girl, and she will take your name.
and I will bless you, knowing God has blessed you with this day.
I never would have wanted Stephen, to somehow make you stay.
They say a son’s a son until he takes for him a wife.

You’re grown-up now, it’s time to go and start your own brand-new life.
“One last hug, one last good-bye, one quick and hurried kiss.....
One last time understand just how much you’ll be missed.
I’ll watch you leave and think how quickly childhood sped past.
Would I have held on longer...
If I’d known it was your last?”

This letter of First will be given to my son on his wedding day until then, he
will not know any thing about it .

I have always loved to read.

My favorite author is Karen Kingsbury.

“The First” is from one of her books

but I did add more and take aways some
parts of the poem to fit us as Mother and Son.

I hope you enjoy it.

My son is still wonderful, beautiful

and he still takes away my breathe looking at him.

And yes, I thank God everyday

for the son that I have,

the husband I have,

and the family I have,

and most especially the friends I have.

Green Thumb

As my 5 year grandson , David and I walked through my garden. I recited the names of the flowers that I had planted. " Wow" he reacted. "All my Mom knows how to grow is dandelions."

Quote:
A Child is a gift whose worth cannot be measured except by the heart.
~ Teresa Ann Hunt~

Thank You All For Visiting
and for your
Wonderful Comments to my Post.
Hugs To You All
Nance

PS Please keep in mine, I am not a writer, or good speller, and my grammer is worse than horrible. This message today was from me for my son on his wedding day. Now he is still working on his master's degree in music, and is not dating now.

He just hasn't found that right girl yet. I know the good, Lord will put her in his path soon.

I just know my own heart about how I feel about him,

my son,

my little hero,

my little protector,

my little love of my life.

My 6' foot, 4 inch little man.