Chelsea's blog: "especially for you"

Why Women Cry**** A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him. 'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.' Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?' 'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God answered, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?' God said: 'When I made the woman she had to be Special. I made Her Shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave Her an Inner Strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave Her a Hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave Her the sensitivity to Love her children under any and All circumstances, even when her child has Hurt Her Very Badly ! I gave Her Strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her Wisdom to know that a good husband Never Hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.' 'You see my son,' said God, 'the Beauty of a Woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The Beauty of a woman must be seen in Her Eyes, because that is the doorway to Her Heart - the place where Love resides.'

I got this in an email today and thought it was sweet... Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in thier last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, 'I love you and I wish you enough'. The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom'. They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'. Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'. 'I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' she said. 'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?'. She began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone'. She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. 'When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other p erson to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them'. Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory. I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye. She then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE..... To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH

"Bang Bang" She woke me up with a bang, bang Looking over cross eyed had a big Hunch that the world was a big lie When I got up all the blood to my head I got so dizzy fell back to my bed I went over to the way side Looking for the high tide What will I find will I find will I find find All I saw was a man that had a hat That had a pom-pom he's been there for Years can someone tell me how long [Chorus:] Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me What I could not find You see this woman woke me up At a quarter to three and I didn't Know it then but she put a spell on Me said I had to go down to where The cliffs mee the sea and mean an Old man to present my plea So I headed way down to the big pier To await and confront my big fear I wheeled around behind to my Blindside to find and old man with a Lime and a kind eye Said mister, mister with your beard so long Won't you be a saint and tell me Just where I'm going He pointed to a conch shell and then To the lime and said this is all I really need to get by [Chorus] Hey mister man I know you don't know Who you think I, think I am But I can safely say, that I Should've been sleeping the day Away I said scuse me, if you've got the Time he shrugged his shoulders Said get a spine Coconut hit me on the head Jonesin' for a fig I booked last night I need another fix Just then I see a twinkle twinkle In the old man's eye and a wave Tossed bottle in thrown to the sky I caught it on the rebound It landed with a soft sound I took out the message and put the Bottle down Inside was the antidote to the spell And I read it to the old man 'cause he Couldn't read so well Said don't worry about a Thing you know your Path is true just ease your Mind have a banana Or two Goodness, goodness, woe is me The man nearly flipped to learn That he was free but just before we Left and started kicking it I picked up the bottle and star sixed it Kick kick shuffle shuffle back to the beach With a tune on my lips and my quest in reach If that woman comes to you with Her song so sweet, say damn Let the poor sucker sleep

Wish on a rainbow is all I can do Dream of the good times that we never knew No late nights alone in your arms I'll dream on Living in wonder, thinking of you Still looking for ways to uncover the truth You're so young is all they can say They don't know. If I could change the way of the world I'd be your girl Too many walls have been built in between us Too many dreams have been shattered around us If I seem to give up they'll still never win Deep in my heart I know the strength is within Watching the others chances drift by They'll never discover these feelings I hide Deep inside I'm falling apart All alone with a broken heart Thinking in silence is all they allow These words still unspoken may never be found All these dreams one day will be mine They cross my mind My time has yet to come Until then Too many walls have been built in between us Too many dreams have been shattered around us If I seem to give up they'll still never win Deep in my heart I know the strength is within

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. And for the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited with in Heaven! This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it. This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated! For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.

Someone will always be prettier. Someone will always be smarter. Some of their houses will be bigger. Some will drive a better car. Their children will do better in school. And thier husband will fix more things around the house. So, let it go, and love you and your circumstances. Think about it! The prettiest woman in the world may have hell in her heart. And the most highly favored woman at your job may never be able to have children. And the most rich woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the clothes ----- Might be lonely. And the word says, "If I Have Not Love, I Am Nothing." So, again, LOVE YOU. Love who you are. Look in the mirror every morning and say, "I am too blessed to be stressed, and too anointed to be disappointed!" WINNERS MAKE THINGS HAPPEN LOSERS LET THINGS HAPPEN

As I walk through the meadow, And the sun slowly begins to sink... Im not alone, But with thoughts of you, As the sky turns from blue to pink.

Looking at you, there's no face more sweet. My heart is all yours, to take, to keep. Take it, just dont break it, my world would fall apart. I've found where I want to be... At home, safe and sound... In the warm comfort of your heart.

you know who you are... just a quick one to tell you i love you! youre unlike others in so many ways, and thats why i love you so... you mean the world to me.... I LOVE YOU!!