Showing posts with label mommy-box. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mommy-box. Show all posts

Friday, April 4, 2025

Awakening to 'Living the 'Dream'


Today's poem was inspired by my niece who, yesterday, wrote on her Facebook post...
(after recovering from another round of sickness in their household)
'Walking around our property tonight, I took a moment
and realized in all the busyness & stress of home ownership & motherhood,
this is everything I've dreamed for' πŸ’—

Thank-you J, for the reminder to treasure the moment and find the joy in it
no matter how hectic the 'happiness' spills!

'The dream' isn't only the picture-perfect moments but all of it together;
the lows make us more thankful for the highs.

This is the day the Lord has made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it!
Ps.118:24

Family milestone celebrations
are one of the happiest blessings on earth...

The other evening we celebrated Granddaughter's 6th birthday,
Which means it was her turn to receive her mommy-box/gramma box


'mommy' is the Pennsylvania-Dutch word for gramma.
(a short 'e' sound at the end rather than long)
In a mommy box 'treasures' are buried in popcorn...



Gum-lover's delight below πŸ˜‚


the inside of the box is lined with little poems, pictures and bible verses
(I forgot to take a photo of the inside)

Awakening to 'Living the Dream'

To recognize that sorrow is the price we pay for joy
Loss is the proof of having had; everything comes, to pass
And grief and love are life’s most tenderly entwined alloy
Moment’s momentous momentum, sand in life’s hourglass

To recognize that highs and lows comprise ‘living the dream’
Without the brutal ‘bitter’ we would not cherish the ‘sweet’
Or taste the lilt of laughter with more reverent esteem
After the tears we shed when life and death solemnly meet

To recognize the priceless prize disguised as here-and-now
Intangible and fleet, the font that fills history’s mold
And then, with fervent thankfulness to make a humble vow
To do our part to make its art a pleasure/treasure to behold

To, recognize today is all we have, no more or less
To ‘live the dream’ by faith, not fate; to be constantly awed
By He whose loving kindness is the key to happiness
To recognize, through lows and highs, the faithfulness of God

© Janet Martin

I have decided to center my posts after all.
It's hard to teach an 'old dog' new tricks, plus
I have discovered some 'centered' poetry volumes 
in my poem book collection.
See HERE for back story on this πŸ˜†

Thursday, January 5, 2023

A Few of the Reasons Why I Love You

Happy 6th Birthday, Grandson!


Yesterday marked six years since Jim and I became grandparents!
(yes, the hockey game was on during the celebration!)πŸ˜…

When I was a little girl the high-light of turning six
was the dearly anticipated mommy-box 
(mommy pronounced with a short 'e' at the end:
    the word for 'gramma' in Pennsylvania-Dutch) 
I decided to surprise Grand-sonny and start the tradition too.
Now his sister will have the joy of the anticipation! 
A momme-box consists of a calendar-picture-pasted box
(like a shoe-box)
filled with treasures hidden in popcorn!




The inside also holds nuggets of wisdom and treasures from God's Word!
(bigger version of writing at the bottom of this post)



Sister was DELIGHTED... a treasure with her name on itπŸ’


Baby Brother had no idea what was going on but it sounded fun so he joined in the joy too😘


I love you little lambkin with a sparkle in your eye
Or tell me, did a cherub softly flutter from the sky
To burst our hearts with happiness and remind us once more
As long as there are babies, life is worth the living for

I love you little tot with crinkled, freckle-sprinkled nose
As curious as a puppy and as pretty as a rose
A perfect blend of innocence with mischief woven through
To remind us, where there are tots, there’s lots of laughter (and hair-pulling groans) too

I love you little girl and boy eager to learn to fly
You startle love’s parental joy with discipline’s oh-my
Teaching mommy and daddy to talk to God every day
(Because)
As long as there are children there will be reason to pray

© Janet Martin


Below are a few pictures of my momme-box
(Long time readers of this blog have seen it before but not for a while)
received on June 7th, 1972
With a few treasures that came in it...





 

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