My Children

I have five wonderful children who have grown up and flown the nest. I remember still when they were all born and I cared for them 24/7. It took up all my time at first, diapering, bathing, playing, cuddling, and feeding them not to mention the wash, picking up the toys, and making sure they were safe from harm. Eventually they decided to become independent and wanted to do things for themselves like feeding, dressing, and taking care of their own personal needs. Sometimes it was really hard to watch when they were sick with fevers, colds, and the chicken pox. But we made the best of it and I would make a bubble bath to relieve their suffering or give them a pain reliever, take them to the doctor, and clean up the upchuck. Bandaging skinned knees was always a trial because seeing my children hurt would make me want to faint. I would teach them not to fight and stand them in the corner when they needed it. Going to church was a family affair and I would try to get everything together the night before but invariably we would lose someone's shoes and they would have to go to church in tennis shoes. Watching them grow was fun but there were moments when I would want to run away and I did (I would go to the show by myself or take a moment and lock myself in the bedroom). I worried that they would grow up to be responsible adults and tried to instill in them the desire to have goals and achieve them through the Young Women's program or Scouting. Sometimes it was hard to watch them make mistakes and have to correct them. There were times that I made the mistakes and I felt sorry for what I said or did. Now they are grown and gone. I hope they are happy adults and find joy and beauty in their lives. I hope they find success in their lives...