tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44652525866576780812024-02-18T22:57:07.834-07:00Feather My Nestyoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-13024337160583193702021-09-01T11:49:00.001-06:002021-09-01T12:07:02.907-06:00Connected"I know there's an invisible string that's going from my heart to your heart. But sometimes I feel like it's going around a corner and it's getting stretched out so thin."I yelled I love you out the window to my son as I dropped him off at highschool. Even though his friends were close by. Even though he's 14. He didn't mind. He still hugs me in public places when he needs a little love. We are young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-49871112519388354542020-04-16T23:16:00.001-06:002020-04-16T23:23:55.267-06:00Wanted You know that thing where people with grown kids tell people with little kids
You're gonna miss this
I know what they mean
Yes you'll miss their chubby cheeks and wispy curls and heavy bodies nestled into you
But you know what it really is?
The thing they're really missing is being liked and adored and wanted so much
I have spent 13 years being loved and needed
That long time of being young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-49037343048751078312019-08-06T23:21:00.000-06:002020-04-16T23:18:46.361-06:00lasts
No one ever talks about the 'lasts'
The 'firsts' are a big deal
You catch all those milestones
But the lasts creep up on you
They happen and they slip in
Camouflaged as firsts
First step
First word
First bike ride
And suddenly you know next year he won't even need you to bike along with him
He'll be zooming ahead
And there's hardly any last firsts left
He'll be reading
Have his young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-76073991373822051802017-11-19T21:46:00.000-07:002020-04-16T23:16:51.701-06:00Four
Tucking in four children takes a lot
They all need different attention,
dìfferent kinds of listening,
different comforts
Four different moods,
four different essences to absorb and understand
to breath back out what they need to breath in
Four different souls to sooth and quiet
down towards sleep
Each one feels so different to cuddle
Four different types of love
young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-36895923958147635022017-11-01T22:02:00.000-06:002017-11-01T22:02:10.998-06:00
"Three cheers for mom!
Hip hip hurray
Hip hip hurray
Hurray
Hurray
Hurray!"
"That's not all," they say
"Cheers to you"
They raise their glasses, mug and plastic cups and clink, tap, chunk them together
"Cheers, Cheers!"
"To the best mom ever"
"You should be on MasterChef"
"You couldn't be any better"
My boys, my children
I know I am so lucky
Who else is so young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-12134808533302369282017-03-07T23:16:00.000-07:002017-03-07T23:16:49.645-07:00Today
I got up and helped the kids off to school with a good start to the day
pleasant, steady
Our neighbor is in a crisis and I listen to her
mourn with her mourning
Off to the store for art supplies for the class
and cupcakes
for friends
a birthday
and a loss
Lunch served
Supper made
Afterschool snack ready
I tidy and prep for class
welcome the kids and teach, guide, explainyoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-54853833869029672252016-07-23T21:06:00.000-06:002016-07-23T21:06:22.667-06:00Love It While I'm In It
Today
Oh today
Today was one of those days.
A day where you got to shower and wash your hair with out feeling like you were swimming upstream to do it.
A a day in which you got to eat breakfast peacefully.
A calm feeling day.
Today was a day to skype with your traveling sister and feel happy with all four kids crowding your body.
It was a day to go to play in the wateryoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-11710478515434686072016-04-26T14:59:00.000-06:002016-07-23T21:07:37.961-06:00A Farewell
Goodbye pregnancy.
We had some good times together.
Sometimes you were hard but mostly I enjoyed you.
I liked your appetite.
I liked your curves.
I liked the way you made me feel special.
Thank you for the children that you gave me.
Thank you for the sisterhood.
Thank you even for the times you didn't wok out.
. Thank you for young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-30420151613993418732016-01-26T22:22:00.000-07:002016-04-26T22:11:48.779-06:00Our Game
All day long you love me and love me.
You call me 'my sweet sweet' and 'my sweet Mommy'
You slip your arms around my leg or back or neck,
whichever you can reach.
You snuggle your head into me and rock or wriggle.
You lift your face up to mine
perfect small child skin, rosy cheeks, pink shaped lips, your hair swooping back.
You hug me and compliment me, tell me young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-11432026751392818152015-03-13T21:53:00.000-06:002015-03-13T21:53:45.963-06:00
Today I will remember
the way the wind blew Oliver's hair
as he ran outside.
He looked like he was flying as he ran along
happy and free as only a little boy can
in rubber boots and bare legs.
The world around him blurred bringing him into sharp focus.
He was all I could see
bright and clear all yellow hair and rosy cheeks, blue young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-78526296166861300562014-07-14T21:47:00.000-06:002014-07-14T21:49:04.348-06:00
Little Boys, Sometimes
Little boys sometimes leave the seat up
and have dripping wet hands even though they dried them.
Little boys sometimes put their clean clothes in the laundry
and wear their dirty ones again.
Little boys sometimes nod and say okay
even while their finger is still in their nose.
But,
Little boys always skip when they are young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-64882290073836909282013-02-16T22:17:00.000-07:002013-02-16T23:26:20.163-07:00Bath Day
On Saturdays I give the children their good bath.
The one where I clean out their ears.
Afterward I hold each pink, soft little hand and trim their nails.
I brush their hair to lie smoothly on their heads
(it will be every which way when they wake up).
Their faces are sparkly with splash induced smiles.
Their eyes are happy.
I put my arms around their little bodiesyoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-60561901162613248642012-11-30T00:18:00.000-07:002013-02-16T22:33:14.754-07:00My Labour. Baby O's Birth.
A Homebirth Story.
stonemanphotography
It's the morning.
Nine days after my due date.
and today's the day.
Laura breaks my water around eight thirty and tells me to page when my contractions get strong.
I stand in the tub for a while because every time I take a step more water gushes out defying all the hospital grade absorbent supplies.
Once that has slowed down I hang out young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-75036367424130148922012-05-13T14:31:00.000-06:002012-05-13T14:31:42.421-06:00
The best advice I ever heard:
When it gets too hard,
When you feel like you can't do it any longer,
Then you know it's almost over,
You've already made it.
Thanks Momyoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-78561779810791600122012-04-21T16:09:00.000-06:002012-04-21T16:10:29.995-06:00A Few Good Things
Just so I don't forget.
The sweetest bird is twittering outside my window, it has been for days.
The grass is greening and the sun is sunny.
One sweet friend brought me really yummy muffins last week.
Another decided to feed me and had us over for dinner,
she is also wonderful at distracting the repetitive thought loops that keep playing in my mind and is so young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-64839639386428624592012-03-28T20:42:00.002-06:002012-03-28T22:14:56.026-06:00Eat This
If you spend any time around childbirth issues at all you've probably come across the increasingly common (though still very uncommon) practice of 'eating' your placenta after childbirth.
Usually dehydrated and made into capsule form some people cook and eat it as food.
They do this for it's many potential benefits including being rich in nutrients to help with healing, young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-18841109934139108082012-03-13T22:42:00.000-06:002012-03-13T23:50:20.365-06:00You're looking amazingly fat today/ I'm sexy and I know it (but by sexy really I mean confident)
With all the comments I've been getting lately it's going to be an interesting four (or more) weeks. That's okay though, I like people and I like talking with them.
There's nothing like a big preggo belly to start a conversation, seriously it's better than a puppy! I think I have spoken with more strangers in the last week than I have in the whole last year, young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-40136102216369481022012-02-23T19:25:00.000-07:002012-02-23T19:25:20.482-07:00Six Days of Love Songs for Six Years of Love
Day 1
Annie's Song
Our first 'our song'.
young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-24779688211925424332012-01-31T10:08:00.000-07:002012-01-31T10:09:14.854-07:00Spotty McSpot
What helps poor little poxykids feel better?
Oatmeal baths, calamine and
this.
young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-85793273447159701372012-01-01T16:02:00.000-07:002012-01-01T16:03:03.820-07:00Glowing Hearts
The other night while saying bedtime prayers with the boys we prayed for our country in this new year. We prayed for our leaders that they would be helped in their important responsibilities.
We prayed for all the people that they would have what they need, feel love and be kind to each other.
We thanked Heavenly Father for this this great, wonderful nation, that I think, is young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-53117948592899792912011-12-15T22:31:00.000-07:002011-12-15T22:32:51.640-07:00Mary
I love being pregnant at Christmas.
Maybe because I feel things more with a little baby growing inside me.
I think about Mary a lot.
How she experienced all that she did.
All that traveling at the end.
Giving birth in a barn.
It makes the whole thing feel more special, more holy.
When I am pregnant, I feel a connection to her.
Not because I am anything like her butyoung mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-10844877015565715162011-11-30T12:43:00.001-07:002011-11-30T12:52:38.998-07:00The Goose is Getting Fat
I'm all filled up with Christmas love!
It's the kids you know, having them to teach makes Christmas special again, and music.
Also the sun is all shiny and there's snow!
My ridiculous kitchen is pretty much under control too.
So I am feeling free and overcome with the desire to make all sorts of yummy treats
(and give them away! what's up with that, I never used to want to young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-89372452217810530522011-11-17T18:27:00.001-07:002011-11-17T19:57:53.483-07:00Opera
Oh theater how I love you!
I love that you are so grown up,
and your live music is so living.
I love that you are the perfect date
and somehow much more interactive than a movie even though we talk way less.
I love that you make me feel like this girl
and that reading your helpful English text screen above the stage
makes me hear Mr. Bhaer/My Honey's voice softly young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-16842260494791040592011-10-14T20:47:00.001-06:002011-10-14T20:48:47.886-06:00With Music
Of Beethoven's 9th Symphony Edmund said,
"It makes me feel like doing my important job!"
and
"It makes me feel like a superhero!"
Then the boys practiced flying.
And I floated away on a lilting waft of Claire du Lune.
Music is a wonderful thing!
This is a really cool thing that helps kids understand music, and is fun to watch too!young mother hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18165526607915117871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4465252586657678081.post-71521983679302356052011-10-07T18:53:00.001-06:002011-10-07T20:41:46.370-06:00Full of Pho (and other birthday goodness)
Some highlights from a perfect day
(those really do exist!)
Breakfast!
Presents!
The best one of all was having my Honey home all day and just being a family.
Exploring the beautiful fall together.
Lollipops, our first ones ever!
Yummy soup!
Happy happy day.
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