Monday, January 6, 2025

THE GRANDGIRLS JOURNAL

THESE GRANDGIRLS.....
OF COURSE THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY 
OF COURSE THEY ARE THE BEST...
I AM THEIR MUMSIE...

(THIS BLOG MUST BE WRITTEN FOR THEIR "NOSTALGIA")
THE DAY AFTER NEW YEARS I FOUND
 MY JOURNAL IN MY BATHROOM.
I KNEW I HAD NOT PUT IT THERE AND THE GRANDGIRLS
HAD BEEN HERE ON NEW YEARS.
MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS THAT ONE OF THEM HAD
BEEN SNOOPING IN MY PRIVATE STUFF.
I WAS NOT SO MUCH WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THEY MIGHT READ THERE
BUT THAT THEY HAD ENTERED INTO MY PRIVACY WITHOUT PERMISSION.
IT WAS NOT A BIG DEAL AND I REMINDED MYSELF
THAT I NEED TO PICK MY JOURNAL UP RATHER THAN
LEAVING IT IN THE LIBRARY AS THAT CAN BE TEMPTING.
THE NEXT TIME THEY CAME HERE I QUESTIONED THEM
AS TO WHO COULD HAVE PUT MY JOURNAL IN THE BATHROOM.
I EXPLAINED THAT SOME THINGS ARE PRIVATE AND
SHOULD NOT BE HANDLED WITHOUT PERMISSION.
MUMSIE ON HER 'SOAP BOX'.
ALTHOUGH TWO OF THEM SEEMED A LITTLE QUILTY 
NO ONE CONFESSED AND I LET IT GO.
YESTERDAY IT ALL MADE SENSE.
AS I SAT IN THE ROUND CHAIR TO JOURNAL,
I OPENED IT TO WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BLANK PAGE.
 THERE WERE THESE LOVE NOTES, ONE
FROM EACH OF THE GRANDGIRLS.


I, RIGHT AWAY, FELT SORT OF BAD FOR CONFRONTING THEM.
I ALSO WAS SURPRISED THAT NOT ONE OF THEM
SAID ANYTHING IN THE LAST 5 DAYS ABOUT THIS.
TO SAY IT WAS THE BEST SURPRISE IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT.
IF YOU HAVE EVER SAT AROUND MY TABLE
OR HEARD ME TALK ABOUT THE GIRLS,
YOU KNOW ONE OF MY BIGGEST GOALS WITH THEM
IS THAT WHEN THEY GROW UP AND I AM NO LONGER
AROUND, WHEN THEY HEAR THE WORDS
"MUMSIE' AND 'COTTAGE' 
THEIR HEART ARE FILLED WITH WARM AND FUZZY THOUGHTS
OF ALL THE MEMORIES WE HAVE MADE HERE.
THAT THEY HAVE SO MANY STORIES AND LESSONS
AND LIFE THAT WAS MADE WITH ME.
IT IS SAID THAT A PERSON LIVES ON, EVEN AFTER DEATH
AS LONG AS SOMEONE CONTINUES TO TALK 
AND REMEMBER THEM.
I WANT TO LIVE FOREVER IN THE LIVES OF THE GRANDGIRLS.
TO SEE THEM TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE
LOVE LETTERS IN MY JOURNAL
MEANS THEY KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THE WRITTEN WORD.
THAT I HAVE TAUGHT THEM THE IMPORTANCE OF
NOT ONLY SAYING BUT PUTTING IT DOWN ON PAPER
HOW YOU ARE FEELING.
THIS ACT OF LOVE FROM MY LITTLES HAS ME
KNOWING MY GOAL IN THEIR LIVES
IS COMING TO FRUITION.
NOW BIG MAN, GIVE ME ENOUGH YEARS IN THEIR LIVES
TO ASSURE MY LESSONS NOT ONLY STICK WITH THEM
BUT IN THE NEXT GENERATION THAT COMES TO THEM.


 

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