WHT Q VG K KG's blog: "Your Gift to me"

A Father and  a  Dad Are  Not the  Same

 

A father and  a  dad are not the  same:

one  can  be  a  dad and not a  father,

or  one can  be  a  father and  not

bother

To  earn through love the  more

endearing name.

Some  find  fatherhood a  bit to tame,

Leaving all the  details to the 

mother,

Or  dumping the sweet burden on

another

Man with just a  passing twinge of 

shame.

You have been or dad so many years

That you've become the  landscape that is home

The mountain that we look to from

afar.

No  matter where we go we're not

alone,

For you remain within to still our

fears

And be the  word that  tells us who we

are.

done  by  Christine

 

Sometimes I  really do wonder, 
Why  they  are  called  grand??
Then I  know A Loving Grandmother,
Can  always  fully  understand.
You  get that  inportant phone  call.
You  have  waited for  so  long 
Excitement really  kicks in ,
As  you arrive and  rush down the  hall .
You  see taht  precious  baby,
Gender really  doesn't  matter at  all 
It  brings  back  many  memories, 
Of  when your children were so  small .
You congratulate the parents, 
As you  see mother and  baby  are  o.k.,
You know without  a  doubt, 
this was  done in own  God's  Way.
Many sacrifices made  along the  way, 
Are  very  much  worthwhile, 
When you see that  sweet  little  face, 
And  that  bright cheery smile. 
Time  rocks on  as  thy  grow and grow,
Then  comes  their future,  rushing too and  from,
They  will always  be  our babies, 
If anyone  should  ask , 
They  are  all  very Special .
From the  first one  to the  last!!!!!!!

done  by  christine (white  queen )

Dear Antonio, Let me try to describe the gift that you have given to me, Although, I believe that will be a major undertaking. Since it is quite difficult to describe in ordinary language. Your arrival 20 years ago was unmistakably Marked with anxious trepidation. The journey you undertook Was not of a scheduled nature, But more of a conscious decision. By far, the finest creative gift was you. For when you emerged into my world, I became reborn With my heart so willing to share its wealth. There you were, a small wonder; a tiny reflection Of combined traits which would ultimately be recreated Into the distinctive person you have become. I never realized that my heart Was so willing to share so much love With a stranger so small and needy. You didn't arrive with instructions It was strictly learn as you go. I remember the first time you crawled Army style on your belly for the longest time. You walked with support for those many months But when it came to taking those first steps, Long after the cake and ice cream that I Really didn't want you to eat. It wasn't until that one day, totally unexpected that You did it all by yourself. From then on, it seemed to get a little bit easier Since you had this great disposition And that smile that went all the way across. You had a little sister on the way. And you became that special big brother That you turned out to be. Sharing and loving Was not something that you had to learn. Even at that young age, You became the teacher. Ever so patient, so caring, so you. To carry on a family trait that you will certainly pass on. As you grew, you obtained a wonderful gift of laughter I offered you the tools to learn and trust and to be a confident person. You showed me that you can be an independent person. That day you climbed on to the enormous, yellow school bus for the first time You looked so small, yet so ready to embark upon a new venture. It rolled down the street And so did those tears in my eyes Not because I was sad but because a new chapter in your life was beginning. You are an intelligent, sensible, affectionate and sympathetic person, Who always seems to be there for those whose lives you touch. You have an extraordinary enthusiasm and passion for learning. You have the ability to communicate your inner most thoughts, Where so many your age do not. I am blessed for that. Now, you will be going off on your own Making decisions that you may not be able to pass by me That will affect your life. You may fall down But I know that you will always pick yourself up And begin again. I never thought that I would look up to someone your age But that has become evident. As you look at us side by side; the bond will not be broken. The stranger that entered my life not so long ago, Has certainly been transformed into a young man. That I am proud to call . . . My son. done by your mother Christine L Knouse . (Youlls )