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The Mother Inside



The mother inside smiles a lot and hugs her children every day, and tells them she loves them. She reads them a story every night and sings to them quietly until they fall asleep.

The mother inside spends countless hours playing with her children; she will sit on the floor with them, at their level and pretend for hours, delighting in their laughter and silliness. She has never forgotten what it is like to be a child and has many fond memories from her own childhood.

The mother inside lets her children help in the kitchen when she is cooking and baking. She sets a chair beside the cupboard so they can roll out cookies and help peel potatoes. She loves having them at her side, and warms at the thought they will do this with their own children some day.

The mother inside finds joy in the small things, like doing laundry for her family, cooking, cleaning, because she knows that some day they will do the same for her. She knows that her children will appreciate all the things she has done for them while they are growing up.

The mother inside does not spank or yell at her children, but instead try’s to reason with them in a way they will understand. She is patient and kind, with endless hours spent reading parenting magazines and books,  become even more amazing than she already is.

The mother inside goes to every parent/teacher interview, volunteers for the school and drives her children to countless activities after school. She is never late with breakfast and loves putting little surprises in their lunch bags along with  homemade cookies and sandwiches.

The mother inside makes their Halloween costumes each year, and bakes goodies to hand out for treats.

The mother inside goes shopping with her daughter for a prom dress, they have lunch at a restaurant, and laugh about the movie they want to see together. She is proud and filled with joy to have a daughter so loving and kind.

The mother inside is radiant with happiness, as she attends the graduation ceremony for her children, and marvels at how grown up they look on the stage. They smile and wave at her, blowing invisible kisses that melt her heart.

The mother inside is there every time her son and daughter need a hug of encouragement or want to forget the terrible date they just had. She smiles and says, “everything will work out”, even after one of her children says she is stupid and a terrible mother. She does not cry because she knows they are saying it in a fit of rage, and it doesn’t really count.

The mother inside does not exist.


Happy Birthday Dad


This post is all about my dad, he would have been ninety years old today.


My dad was a farmer his whole life, and helped my mom raise five kids, the rest is history as they say. I think some of his happiest times, were when he was out in the field working the land, he loved that so much.

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As kids, I remember my mom saying he could have been a weather man, because he could look at the sky and tell what was going to happen.

When he was much younger he played the violin, I remember how wonderful the music sounded. He only stopped later in life when his hands became so arthritic, it became difficult to carry on.

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He even played in a band, they did weddings as well as other engagements.

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He married the most wonderful woman in the world, my mom.

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He looked so happy and proud, as did my mom. They had their whole life ahead of them.

My dad has been gone six and a half years now, he suffered from Alzheimer’s.

The night before he passed away, mom called me and said it wouldn’t be long before he went, he had stopped eating, and was sleeping all the time. The next morning I went to work, and was sitting in the parking lot having my coffee. I was very upset, and wondering if this would be the day.

As I sat, looking through the windshield, a small bird came to rest on the windshield wiper and looked at me. It sat for a moment, then flew away.

For many years my dad built bird houses, and had then all over the yard. He loved watching them live in one of his condos, as he used to call them.

Later that morning, about 10:30,I got a call from my sister, telling me that dad had  passed away earlier in the morning. I believe he came to say good by to me.

He was a quiet man, who didn’t hug as often as he wanted to, but always found a way to tell me I was loved.

I cherish the memories he left us with, and I think of him often.