Dette har vore ei krevande veke på mange måtar. Noko av det verste er at eg har sett altfor lite til ungane mine. Tekseten under fann eg på ein blogg ein gong (sorry, hugsar ikkje kvar...), og gjer like godt å lese kvar gong... Er så herleg å setje seg ned med slike bileter når eg ikkje har fått kosa nok med dei denne veka.
I have some little people, with fine hair and rosy cheeks. They giggle and they squeal quite as often as they speak. They climb on me each morning and chase me through the day Asking lots of questions and begging me to play.
It's easy to get busy with the things I need to do. Forgetting that their playful days are fleeting and too few. Oh, Lord, please help me notice what's important and what's not, To cherish precious moments and to mother as I ought.
Please keep me from distractions that would rob me of the joy That you have planned to give me through my precious girls and boys. Please help me teach them of Your ways, this is my highest aim. Let me make for them a heaven that would turn their hearts to home, And in these fast and fleeting years, please help me not to miss the treasures that they give me in each cuddle and each kiss.
When I am old and looking back at every blessed year I will rejoice that I was there to share each joy and tear.
Fritt etter Val Hallaran,( www.aboverubies.org)