"These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years." Laura Ingalls Wilder

Friday, March 12, 2010

Sit A Spell

... is something I'd like to do once in a while.  Being a busy homemaker rarely affords such a luxury.  There is a slim window of opportunity some days between two and three PM for a little cat nap, but that old foe ... my alarm clock brings me back to the reality of parenting a special needs child with the afternoon arrival of the school bus.  Some days I wish I could turn back the hands of time and be a carefree youngster on a lazy summer afternoon under the roof of my parents home. 


Maggie Ann said...

I think...one day in the distant future...leisure time will be your companion. Don't you think so? Maybe?....smile

Anonymous said...

There is alway room under our roof for you honey - plan a time to come and be spoiled and be our little girl once again. I, too, wish I could relive some of those days when you were all ours. Daddy and I love and miss you.


Felisol said...

Dear Mrs. Mac,
How sweet and caring your mother is writing.
I think she's right.You cannot always bean achiever,you also need to be a receiver.
Somehow finding some Maria time.
I'll pray that you may get a way to sit quiet at the masters feet.

These days I seem to meet lots of difficult situations.
I can but offer my prayers.
The Lord will grant relief.
From Felisol

Amrita said...

Dear Mrs Mac I know the feeling too. Wish you rest in soul and body

Constance said...

When we're kids we don't appreciate the security and safety we feel with our parents. I have moments when I wish my grandma was still alive and I could curl up in her lap while she holds me. sigh

Pat said...

Your mother writes the most precious words. I would curl up in those words and take refuge.

Kathryn said...

I wonder which is more difficult: being so busy you wish for a little "down time" or being so exhausted you have nothing but! Hugs.

I understand the desire for something more simple. Hope you can find some of that soon. :)

Jim said...

I wish my mom could write nice comments on my blog. She would if she were still alive, she was sooooooo kind and to her I was the greatest.
She never saw the writing side of me after high school. Nor any poems either after I left home. Now I write a couple a week on my other blog.

I didn't mean to say all that but you and the other comments brought it out. I really wanted to tell you that you will have a chance again to be carefree on every afternoon. Just won't be a kid in body then.
I loved this little post, M&M. May God bless you on and on as He is now!
BTW, Mom died at age 88 in 1999. That was before blogs were invented.

Terry said...

dear mrs. mac...your sitting spell is over for a while.
time to make that nathan a cake, even though he doesn't LIKE cake..ha!
happy birthday to the little guy...love terry