Meet My Son's

Terry

4 years

Trevor

5 years

Chris

5 years

"Reflections Of A Mother"

I can give you love,
but I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share,
but I cannot make you give.

I gave you life,
but cannot live it for you.

I can give you directions,
but I cannot be there to lead you.

I can take you to church,
but I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong,
but I cannot always decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes,
but I cannot make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice,
but I cannot accept it for you.

but I cannot make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect,
but I cannot force you to show honor.

I can advise you about friends,
but cannot choose them for you.

I can advise you about sex,
but I cannot keep you pure.

I can tell you about alcohol & drugs,
but I can't say "No" for you.

I can tell you about lofty goals,
but I can't achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness,
but I can't force you to be gracious

I can pray for you,
but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can tell you how to live,
but I cannot give you eternal life.

I can love you with unconditional love all of
my life... and I will.

authour unknown

To My Grown -Up Son's

My hands were busy through the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to
I didn't have much time for you.

I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, son."

I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door . . .
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.

For life is short, the years rush past . . .
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.

The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear . . .
That all belongs to yesteryear.

My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.

Moving In With Son

When I'm an old lady,
I'll live with my son,
and make his life happy
and filled with such fun.

I want to pay back
all the joy he's provided
Returning each deed~
Oh, he'll be so excited

I'll write on the wall
with red, white, and blue
and bounce on the furniture
Ya, wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton
and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets
and oh, will he shout!

When he's on the phone
and just out of reach,
I'll get into things
like sugar and bleach.

Oh, he'll snap his fingers
and then shake his head,
and when things get tuff
I'll hide under the bed.

I'll sit close to the TV,
thru the channels I'll click,
I'll cross both my eyes
to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks
and throw one away,
and play in the mud
until the end of the day.

And later, in bed,
I'll lay back and sigh,
and thank God in prayer
and then close my eyes;
and my son will look down
with a smile slowly creeping,
and say with a groan,
"She's so sweet when she's sleeping."

YEAH !!!!!

....when I'm an old lady
I'll live with my son.