A Picture IS Worth 1000 Words

30 11 2010

What do you see

The end of thinking

There was a time when we used our fingers and made lines on paper to add

When our math wasn’t too hard for our parents to help

Dinner was prepared on a stove and cooked with fire

When we sounded out words then used a dictionary to look it up to see if we were right

When we counted by 5’s to tell the time….

When essays were hand written

When we asked our grand parents about history……

When you were not allowed to bring a gun anywhere near where the president was….

Water was free

When we valued human life above animals…

When people thought BEFORE they spoke

When freedom of speech was attached to common sense

When we used our voices to communicate with one another…

When friends were people we met, knew and physically spent time with….

When we were man or woman enough too look someone in the eye when breaking up with them…

When first base was touching of hands

And at the end of a date you hope for a kiss

When our intimate moments we shared with each other and not the world via internet….

When we said I Love You and meant it and not ily…

When people looked you in the eye instead of down at computers, cell phones, and blackberries…

When photos were proudly displayed on the walls of homes, wallets and in photo albums….

When parents were not ashamed to listen to music in front of their children…a time when parents were adults.

When kids asked for change not cards

When children were afraid of getting in trouble by their parents, not the other way around

When mothers and daughters didn’t borrow each others clothes

When a horror movie scared you and not turned you on…

When celebrities were people had a talent

When we learned skills from tag and dodge ball and were not considered bullies…

When teachers hug and children had respect….

When exercise was not done via video game

And children actually went out side to play

Every home had a phone

And our biggest fear about flying was crashing…

 And in GOD we trusted

How are you spending the time you have been given

Spend it wisely

It is

Slowly but surely, fading….it is the end of time





My Sweet Little Boy Has Autism

20 11 2010

I first laid eyes on my youngest son when he was 2 days old….he was placed in my arms and I was told…”he has severe brain damage, he will never walk, never talk…he will be a vegetable and probably not live past the age of 3…we understand if you choose not to adopt him”

I wrapped him in a blanket and cried all the way home…I cried not for him in his condition…because I knew that God created him perfectly….but I cried at a society that could just say something like this to a child….

By taking this broken child and loving him through out his life. I was made whole…he has taught me to be diligent, resilient and to never give up.

He is now 11 years old, walking and speaks a little…But he sings with the voice of an angel…we have come along way. and still have quite a journey to travel…but we will get there.

Communication is more than words…its what’s not said that speaks volumes….

When we celebrated his 3rd birthday, I praised God for the blessing he had given me…and wrote this for him

MY SWEET LITTLE BOY

My son has autism, but it does not have him
Although sometimes I look at other kids,
And wish he was like them

Just like a baby, who cries when they have a need
He communicates with me perfectly
Although he never speaks

He has spoken volumes to me without saying a word
But everything his eyes have said
My heart has received and heard

People are amazed when in the midst of his fits and screams
I see my sweet little boy
Filled with hopes and dreams

I sometimes get mad, when he is rambunctious and loud
But then I think how far he has come
And I feel overwhelmingly proud

He may not speak in a way that seems normal to you or I
But you too could understand every word
If you truly listened or tried

On the rare occasion I see him run and play,
But alone in the corner is where I find him most days

Although I may never hear him call me mom or say his name
He is a child worthy of life and I love him just the same

Many nights on my knees I prayed and I cried,
thanking God for this sweet little boy he has placed in my life

For I know no greater treasure, and have no greater joy
Than to kiss the cheeks of my sweet little boy

JAIRE has autism, but it does not have him,
I look at other children and realize,
My sweet little boy IS just like them

Jaire age 11





You Are Delicious

5 11 2010

When I woke up this morning you were the first thing on my mind

I look down and see 1, 2 special little treats

My mouth begins to water as I take you

One in each hand, fit so perfectly

I gently fondle and caress you

As I contemplate what I am going to do to you

I lay you out, with oils so you easily glide in and out

small circles I stir

I watch as you turn from this soft mass

into a hard delight

Wrapped around the meat that is laid between

I watch you rise and pulsate

You are just about done

I can hardly wait as I anticipate you entering me

I open wide and take in more of you than I can hold

Your juices burst out and onto my chin

I want more so I go in

U R the best way to start my morning

U R Delicious

Don’t you guys just love a steak and egg omelet first thing in the morning

 still crushing,

Hope