A Hundred Years From Now *


Brown Eyed Nikki What is a Little Girl?

Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with a little bit of angel shine about them and though it wears thin sometimes, there is always enough left to lasso your heart.

A little girl can be sweeter, and badder, oftener than anyone else in the world. A girl is innocence playing in the mud, beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

Girls are available in five colors -- black, white, red, yellow or brown...yet Mother Nature always manages to select your favorite color when you place your order.

God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl. He uses a song of a bird, the stubbornness of a mule, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten and, to top it all off, He adds the mysterious mind of a woman.

A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice cream and tea parties. She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest when she provokes you, the quietest when you want to show her off and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.

Who else can cause you more grief, joy, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment and genuine delight than this combination of Eve, Salome and Florence Nightingale?

Just when your patience is ready to crack, when your dreams tumble down and the whole world is a mess she can make you a king when she climbs on your knee and whispers, "I love you best of all."

Brown Eyed Nikki


*When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less, I needn't hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress. But now that I am older, I've set my body free; There's comfort of elastic where once my waist would be. Inventor of those high-heeled shoes my feet have not forgiven; I have to wear a nine now; But used to wear a seven. And how about those pantyhose-- They're sized by weight, you see, so how come when I put them on, the crotch is at my knees? I need to wear these glasses as the prints were getting smaller; and it wasn't very long ago I know that I was taller. Though my hair has turned to silver and my skin no longer fits; on the inside, I'm the same old me, Just the outside's changed a bit.

Before I Was A Mom
Before I was a Mom I made and ate hot meals. I had unstained clothing. I had quiet conversations on the phone. Before I was a Mom I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday. Before I was Mom I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to lullabies. Before I was a Mom I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom I had never been puked on, pooped on, spit on, chewed on, peed on, or pinched by tiny fingers. Before I was a Mom I had complete control of my mind my thoughts my body and my mind. I slept all night. Before I was a Mom I never held down a screaming child so that doctors could do tests or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a Mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important. Before I was a Mom I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was ok. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment, or the satisfaction of being a Mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Then I'll live with my children and bring them great joy. To repay all I've had from each girl and boy I shall draw on the walls and scuff up the floor; Run in and out without closing the door.
I'll hide frogs in the pantry, socks under my bed. Whenever they scold me, I'll hang my head.
I'll run and I'll romp, always fritter away The time to be spent doing chores every day.
I'll pester my children when they are on the phone. As long as they're busy won't leave them alone. Hide candy in closets, rocks in a drawer, and never pick up my clothes from the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish. I'll plead for allowance whenever I wish.
I'll stuff up the plumbing and deluge the floor. as soon as they've mopped it, I'll flood it some more. When they correct me, I'll lie down and cry, kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye.
I'll take all their pencils and flashlights, and then when they buy new ones, I'll take them again.
I'll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal, eat my banana and just drop the peel.
Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor, I'll break lots of dishes as though I were four.
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be to live with my children.... the way they lived with me!
~ Author unknown  



* To be able to eat a whole candy bar (alone) and drink a soda without any "floaties" (ie, backwash).
* To have her 14 year-old daughter answer a question without rolling her eyes in that "Why is this person my mother?" way.
* Five pounds of chocolate that won't add twenty pounds to her figure.
* A shower without a child peeking through the curtain with a "Hi Ya Mom!" just as she puts a razor to her ankle.
* A full time cleaning person who looks like Brad Pitt.
* For her teenager to announce, "Hey, Mom! I got a full scholarship and a job all in the
same day!"
* A grocery store that doesn't have candy/gum/cheap toys displayed at the checkout line.
* To have a family meal without a discussion about bodily secretions.
* To be able to step on a plane with their toddlers and NOT have someone moan, "Oh no! Why  me?!?"
* To occasionally get to sleep late on the weekend. I mean is this too much to ask?
* To actually carry on a normal phone conversation with her toddler in the SAME room.
* To actually be able to finish a HOT cup of coffee while her kids are present. An impossible feat!
* To take a hot bath without her toddler suddenly screaming, "Mommy, I have to go potty!" as soon as she hits the water.


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