Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I gotta be better.


I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.

He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye...

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

"While dealing with a stranger,
Common courtesy you use,
But the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
You never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.

"Are these the flowers you picked for me?
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."

I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."

He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."

I said, "Son, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days?
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family,
An unwise investment indeed, don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

This is one of those insipid forwarded email thingies. I usually don’t pay them any mind but this one was a bit different.
It made me think.
I am feeling very guilty as to the amount and quality of time I spend with my Beasty. He is a real good kid and I do love him very much.
You see he has a bit of a speech impediment so his talking did not develop as soon or as well as it should have. Also “supposedly” he has ADHD Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.
I believe this has let directly to a sweet, caring boy not having any friends. I have mentioned this before and it still bugs me that no kids his age want to have him around. He should be enjoying play dates and sleepovers and going outside to play.
Instead he stays inside and watches TV or plays video games.
No one calls.
No one asks for him to come over.
No one asks to come over.
That leaves all his “fun” needing to come from me.
That’s why I feel so guilty. I come home from work and I am beat and I just want to chillax. Beasty will plop down next to me and I will hold him and we watch cartoons together.
I just feel I ought to be giving him more than I do.
I need to work on that.

My girl, PHM, she is at the age where mom and dad just aint that cool no more and she is sliding down that teenage track way to fast. Still, she has more friends then I can count and yes the boys are starting to show up too. Luckily I have a girl who has heard head on straight (even though she has blond roots that go to the bone)
I need to work on that.

I need to win the lottery so I can spend my time working on the really important things.

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