GOOD NIGHT MOM (Instead of Good Night Moon)

[hellbennt]

no I didn’t write it- from Parenting mag- I copied it & pasted it from the babybargains.board

GOOD NIGHT MOM (Instead of Good Night Moon)
In the messy green
family room
There was a telemarketer ringing the telephone
And a crying toddler
because his brother just popped his
red balloon
And a picture of–
The cow jumping over the moon (which someone colored on
with permanent
marker)
And there was a missing
teddy bear, and a girl with
gum in her hair
And one to be scolded
And laundry to be folded
And a very hungry spouse
And something stinky in the house
(that no one else seemed to smell)
And a comb and a brush and a colicky baby who just
won’t shush
And a frazzled mommy screaming #*%#@
Goodnight messy room
Goodnight scribbled-on moon
Goodnight cow getting out while she can
Goodnight telemarketers and the
popped balloon
Goodnight long-gone teddy bear
Goodnight cereal bar smeared all
over the dining room chair
Goodnight spitup
And goodnight leaky sippy cup
Goodnight much-too-little house and goodnight grumpy spouse
Goodnight comb and goodnight brush
And goodnight to a certain 4-year-old who just needs to
hush right now I
mean it
Goodnight Elmo
Goodnight toys we’ll pick up tomorrow,
or the next day
Hello chardonnay and TiVo–
“me” time finally

someone creative could add some reflux verses, LOL!

[Anonymous]

That is creative indeed. Thank you for sharing it.

someone send me a poem dedicated to mothers with children with feeding tubes, reflux, whom have lost babies, and so on.

I am wondering if is ok to share here.

[Anonymous]

very funny! and somewhat true!!!

[Anonymous]

sure, Leo! You can share!

[Anonymous]

Being a Mother

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you’ve had a baby.
That somebody doesn’t know that once you’re a mother “normal” is a matter of perspective.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct.
That somebody never learned how to program a feeding pump.

Somebody said being a mother is boring. . .
That somebody never stood over their child and prayed they would make it through the night.

Somebody said if you’re a good mother your children will turn out good.
That somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said good mothers never raise their voices.
That somebody never yelled for their partner to quick run and get something to catch vomit in.

Somebody said you don’t need an education to be a mother.
That somebody never spent endless hours on the internet researching their child’s condition.

Somebody said you can’t love an unborn baby as much as you love one that you hold in your arms, that certain things were “meant to be.”
That somebody never lost a baby.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.
That somebody never been handed a diagnosis for which no books have ever been written.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.
That somebody never watched her baby get wheeled into the O.R.

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
That somebody never managed a med schedule, feeding schedule, nebulizer schedule, therapy and doctor schedule.

Somebody said a mother’s job is done when her last child leaves home.
That somebody never had children who may never leave home. And if they do leave home, be it a home on earth or a home in heaven, that child will never stop being a part of a mother’s very being.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her.
That somebody isn’t a mother. And that person doesn’t know that a child can say volumes with their eyes or body language even if their lips never utter a single word.

To all the moms who do a little bit extra, I know you didn’t ask for this particular journey or expect it, but here you are, doing what has to be done.

[Anonymous]

That is so true and so beautiful. Love it!!!

[Anonymous]

Those are both great! Thanks ladies!!!

[Anonymous]

Great!

Thanks for sharing 🙂

[Anonymous]

What great pick me ups when I was having a down in the dumps kind of day.

[Anonymous]

Thanks for sharing those (Laura and Leo) they are both great!

[Anonymous]

laura’s poem made me smile because of all the things in it that i know so well.

and then leo’s poem has left me in tears because of all the things in it that i know so well.

i have no idea where my son has slept for the last 3 nights, i just know that we couldn’t have him in our home anymore——-no directions and no guarantee——–but, hopefully, still alot of years ahead for him to figure it all out.

nothing like kids to make you feel like a failure—–and nothing like kids to make you feel on top of the world.

now i have to copy both of these poems to take to sylvia’s preschool teacher today.

thanks laura and leo.

[Anonymous]

Christine,

big hugs,

You are right kids can make smile, kids can make you cry.

The most important thing i learned from my mother is that you do and try your very best to help and teach your children, then pray hard that they will take your good teachings and and apply them to their lives. If they happen to do something different, you still keep praying and try as hard as you can to convince them that you are ready to “talk”, forgive and accept whenever they are ready to change.

My mother was a single mother of five. One of my brothers was always making her cry with his behavior, even after grown up. We used to be angry with him for that. Today his behavior is better and he has learned some lessons from his mistakes. We ache for him and the results of those bad years.

Anyways, just wanted to let you know that there is always hope and the posibility of changing. The wait is the hardest part.

God bless.

[Anonymous]

I’m only reading this post now – thank you to both Laura and Leo!

Christine is right – I laughed with Laura’s Good Night Mom, because so many of those things are happening in my home! And I also identify greatly with Leo’s, as those too are very much a part of my life.

Thanks ladies!

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