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WITandWISDOM(tm) - May 11, 2006
Character may be manifested in the great moments, but it is made in the small ones. - Phillips Brooks
~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS:
Before I Was A Mom
I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.
And before I was a Grandma, I didn't know that all those "Mom" feelings more than doubled when you see that little bundle being held by "your baby"...
And remember that behind every successful mother... Is a basket of dirty laundry.
Source: The Inspired Buffalo, mailto:email@example.com
~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT:
Part 2 of 2 [May 1, 11]
By: Bill Jerome Holme
How to Be Organized
By: Miss Place
How to Groom Your Yard
By: Ray Cleaves
I Didn't Do It!
By: Ivan Alibi
I Don't Get It
By: Anita Clew
I Love Crowds
By: Morris Merrier
I Need Insurance
By: Justin Case
I'll Do It Soon
By: Will B. Dunn
Mineralogy for Giants
By: Chris Tall
No Appreciation For Art
By: Drew Lousy
By: Anne Teak
The Past to the Distant Future
By: I. C. All
By: Ben Dover
Snakes of the World
By: Anna Conda
Where the Stars Are
By: Horace Cope
Submitted by Bev
~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING:
A children’s catechism class was learning the Apostles Creed. Each child had been assigned a sentence to repeat.
The first one said, “I believe in God the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth.”
The second child said, “I believe in Jesus Christ, His only Son…”When he had completed his sentence, there was an embarrassing silence.
Finally, one child piped up, “Teacher, the boy who believes in the Holy Spirit isn’t here.”
Source: SermonCentral Weekly Newsletter,
LONDON (Reuters 5-10-06) - A German cyclist who has ridden 335,000 miles in almost 44 years on the same bike and then had it stolen in Britain celebrated Wednesday after it was recovered.
Heinz Stucke had just arrived in Portsmouth, southern England, on the latest leg of a global cycle ride which he began in 1962 when thieves stole his bike as he slept in his tent.
Distraught, he appealed to police and media, telling the Portsmouth News: "I would do anything to get my bike back, I'm emotionally attached to it."
He told BBC radio Wednesday he was rejoicing after police told him the bike had been found abandoned in a park.
"I ... expected it to be found, because it's not a flashy one, it's not an expensive one," he said.
The bike, an old-fashioned, black, German-built three-gear cycle, has taken Stucke through more than 200 countries and into the record books as the world's most traveled cyclist since he set out from his home in Hovelhof, Germany, in 1962.
He has painted a map of the world marked with a route of his journeys on to the frame.
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Source: Reuters, http://reuters.com