Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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A Mother of Boys
I don't like dirt and constant loud noise,
So how could I become a Mother of all boys?
Our laundry is colorful, blue green and red,
But this time I was hoping for pink or purple instead.
I always imangined I'd have one or two girls,
in her special "spin dress" dark hair full of curls.
I bought little outfits, hairclips and bows,
Fabric for quilts that for her I would sew.
Then the day came, and we saw on the screen,
There would be no pink, just more red, blue and green.
"How could this be?" I thought in my mind,
That is definatly not what I thought they would find.
I cried many tears, and for days it was rough,
I packed away dreams with the pink girly stuff.
Then one day I realized the fun and the joys,
That would come to a Mother of 4 handsome boys.
I was already blessed as a mother with three,
How much more fun would one more boy be?
We won't break the bank buying everything new,
I've saved the boys clothes and all their church shoes.
I'll still be the Queen of the castle here,
And the first girl they loved till their teenage years.
The three I have are the best I could wish for,
And I know that will be with sweet boy number four.
I can now look back, and often I think,
"Why was I so set on purple and pink?
I would not trade money for the constant loud noise,
That comes with the blessing of being a mother of boys!
Jamie Benich
So how could I become a Mother of all boys?
Our laundry is colorful, blue green and red,
But this time I was hoping for pink or purple instead.
I always imangined I'd have one or two girls,
in her special "spin dress" dark hair full of curls.
I bought little outfits, hairclips and bows,
Fabric for quilts that for her I would sew.
Then the day came, and we saw on the screen,
There would be no pink, just more red, blue and green.
"How could this be?" I thought in my mind,
That is definatly not what I thought they would find.
I cried many tears, and for days it was rough,
I packed away dreams with the pink girly stuff.
Then one day I realized the fun and the joys,
That would come to a Mother of 4 handsome boys.
I was already blessed as a mother with three,
How much more fun would one more boy be?
We won't break the bank buying everything new,
I've saved the boys clothes and all their church shoes.
I'll still be the Queen of the castle here,
And the first girl they loved till their teenage years.
The three I have are the best I could wish for,
And I know that will be with sweet boy number four.
I can now look back, and often I think,
"Why was I so set on purple and pink?
I would not trade money for the constant loud noise,
That comes with the blessing of being a mother of boys!
Jamie Benich
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