Hott Mess's blog: "Our Baby!"

A cherished gift Your family's love A gift to me From God above Embraced my life With open arms I feel so safe Away from harm You make me feel Like I belong A strange emotion Once thought gone Your family's trust I'll always keep Your family's love I'll treasure deep

I sit and wander, where time goes we try our best to teach them right, as times change and our children grow, We love them with all our might. It's not easy to raise a child at times, we don't know what to do we weren't given any instructions It's a challenge that's all new. Our children, are our lives and our most important goal, to love and to guide them and to place them in life's role. Our children are our future and time will only tell the job we've done as parents and if we've done it well....

Sticky fingers ' tangled hair, scattered crayons, everywhere. Fancy artwork ' on the wall ' drawn by midgets ' three feet tall. Tell me why ' and tell me how ' that was mine ' I want it NOW! Fix my bike. Buy me gum. If you have it, I want some. Dirty faces, grass-stained knees, learning words ' like pretty please. Endless hugs & goofy wet kisses, learning respect with 'Mr.' & 'Mrs.' Scraped-up hands, from falling down. Tender tugs - - on my night gown. Need more paper ' for Santa's letter? I wasn't so bad ' but I've been better. Watching a movie ' again and again ' Mommy, please ' put the tape back in. Messy fingers ' hair gone wild ' all in the life ' of our precious child !!

So you think you are ready to walk the line Of motherhood and nursery rhymes. Your baby grows but won’t remember How carefully you eased those first few whimpers. Your nerves will break and patience shatter, As your darling child begins to chatter. But a payment of love is priceless indeed Like the times they hide behind mom's knees. Then one day as you clean their room A letter of love that rings the doom This child no more, has become a teen And mom is no longer the reigning queen. One day your child will walk to the altar Your body shake and mind will falter. Your child walks into a new life today Your old life now seems to fade away. But then one day as you catch the laugher Of a little one who loves to chatter And you cry as loving eyes ask true "Grandma?" "Yes child?" "I love you!"