Happy Mother's Day!

Something to think about:

I hope I raise a child who says “thank you” to the bus driver when he gets off the bus, “please” to the waiter taking his order at the restaurant, and holds the elevator doors when someone’s rushing to get in.

I hope I raise a child who loses graciously and wins without bragging. I hope he learns that disappointments are fleeting and so are triumphs, and if he comes home at night to people who love him, neither one matter. Nobody is keeping score, except sometimes on Facebook.

 I hope I raise a child who is kind and respectful to old people.

I hope I raise a child who realizes that life is unfair: Some people are born rich or gorgeous. Some people really are handed things that they don’t deserve. Some people luck into jobs or wealth that they don’t earn. Tough.

I hope I raise a child who gets what he wants just often enough to keep him optimistic but not enough to make him spoiled.

I hope I raise a child who knows that he’s loved and special but that he’s not the center of the universe and never, ever will be.
I hope I raise a child who relishes life’s tiny pleasures—whether it’s a piece of music, or the color of a gorgeous flower, or Chinese takeout on a rainy Sunday night.
I hope I raise a child who doesn’t need to affirm his self-worth through bigotry, snobbery, materialism, or violence.

I hope I raise a child who likes to read. 

 I hope I raise a child who is courageous when sick and grateful when healthy.

I hope I raise a child who can spot superficiality and artifice from a mile away
I hope I raise a child who makes quality friends and keeps them.
I hope I raise a child who realizes that his parents are flawed but love them anyway.
I PRAY daily that God will grant me the strength to raise children who are Godly, and want to serve Him with all their heart, mind, and soul, not going with the trends of the times but by the Bible.
I pray for the parents of my children's future spouses that they will hope to raise their children this way, too.

  -pictures are of Mikayla dancing while we sang "Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen",that is my son's first shave( yes, the kids are embarrassed. they'll live),  Lanie's apron she made with Grandma, and all my favorite people relaxing during Thanksgiving holiday.