My journaling page i did today was due yesterday and the theme was, Things i Love..The things i love most are not my possessions but my family.
They mean everything to me... I did this drawing of them today. The one on the left is C.j my oldest, the one in the middle is Elizabeth { the baby},
Austin is the last one, and he is the middle child.
When they were small, they all use to ask who my favorite child was. And this went on all the time. Until it just about drove me crazy.
So one day I took C.j out for an ice cream cone and I looked at him real serious and I said, "You know you have always been my favorite but don't tell the other kids." He smiled at very sweetly and said. "I won't but I always knew I was your favorite."
Well the next day I did the same thing with Austin. And he was just tickled to death that I told him he was my favorite!
The next day I took Elizabeth out and told her she was my favorite and told her not to tell the boys. She got a gleam in her eye and said, "I won' t Mommy I promise." Yea right..
Well a week went by and everyone was giving me knowing winks and sly smiles. When all hell broke loose. They all got into a huge fight and words started flying. All of a sudden Austin looks at C.j and Elizabeth and says, "Guess what I am Mom's favorite?" And starts laughing.
Elizabeth looks at Austin like he has lost his mind. And she says, "No your not I am!"
C.j looks at both of them and says, "Your both crazy Mom told me herself that I am her favorite!!"
Then the light bulbs start going off in their little heads.. They all look at me at the same time. I look at them and say, " You are all my favorite! I can't love one of you more than the other because you are unique in your own way. I love you all. Now don't ever ask me who my favorite is again because it is all of you."
If you have little kids, do me a favor? Don't stress on the house being perfect today. Take them out for an ice cream. And Tell them a million times a day you love them.. because you'll miss the times when they were little. i sure do..
today's song, You're Gonna Miss This by Trace Adkins
1st video, 2nd clip
xoxo Nita
please check out Misty's site for her art and the other participant's fantastic work..
http://mistymawn.typepad.com/my_weblog/
11 comments:
Happy Birthday! And what a beautiful journaling page. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I've really enjoyed going through your posts. I love "meeting" new like minded people! x
Wonderful post and awesome advice.
What a precious post. Ice cream with you kids is always more important!
I love this post so very much!!!
Thanks !
Amy
Happy Birthday, darling. I will catch up to you soon. Forgive me.
Much love, xoxo
Family...should be the most important thing in a person's life.
Take care, sweetie. Happy birthday.
I remember my 2 doing that to me, and I'd tell them, "I have no favorite, BUT I love you both in a different way" and they are as different as night and day, and so true on the clean house thing, I use to them I loved them, and I they'd tell me the same thing, now it's some what different johnanthon will me in kind of a secret voice, after all he's 16, and Amanda will tell me in passing, I don't know what her problem is...o yea, it's called 18 and a boyfriend!!!
LOVE YA SO MUCH
Annette
love the memories, and sharing nita....keep em comin...love coming for a visit to see what you have created this time!
xo,
kimberly
That was a cute story..and your drawings of your children was a cute idea. I enjoyed it.
Those days when they were tiny went so fast..and now they themselves are at the end of their childrens childhoods..and are beginning to have their own grandchildren. It goes fast doesn't it?
How are you? Are you doing well? I think about you...
Mona
so sweet! i remember my father telling me i was his favorite when i was little and it broke my heart...i felt so bad for my sisters.
reading your post makes me think that he probably said that to each one of us. ;)
i will def. be taking my kid's to ice cream this week, thanks to you! :)
xoxo
you are just the greatest! love, wanda
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