All my little children are grown up now and the pattering of little feet only comes when the grandchildren come to visit -- the coloring or original art all over the walls has ceased mostly, unless a grandchild happens to find a crayon - which isn't very often -- the strange assortment of treasures under the beds have vanished forever -- there are no more unmade beds and piles of broken toys and dolls scattered through the house -- there are no more barefoot children, except when the grandchildren come --the piles of laundry are now in their own homes as they are mothers and fathers with the same challenges I had. I now have plenty of quiet time to be creative, to read, to write, to meditate....Bring on the grandchildren!!!
Happy Mother's Day to the lovely mother's of my grandchildren!!