“A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.” ~ Victor Hugo

mother and child

Mother and Child

“To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.” ~ Marilyn French

” . . . Mothers most of all . . . carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.” ~ Oliver Wendell Holmes

mother and child outlinesSince today is Mother’s Day, I thought that I might offer some insights on parenting. I am in fact qualified to do this as I have survived the teen years with one child, have survived having three children live in the same house with only one bathroom, survived the whole mindset of why skipping school is not a bad thing, survived having my car appropriated and destroyed, survived one full year of colic and being thrown up on constantly . . . I rest my case.

Those of you who are regular visitors know how much I love my offspring, even when they are trying to wear down my last nerve, and since I’ve done a bit of complaining of late, I thought that I would offer something on the lighter side.

Please bear in mind that all of the information below has been written from a Lola perspective. In other words, completely facetious and full of sarcasm.

That being said, please feel free to add to my Then and Now list, as I am anxious to see how many more parents out there have their own special opinions on the subject. (Note: The chart may take a bit longer than usual to load, or it may just be my computer . . .)

Then and Now

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.” ~ Honoré de Balzac

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you mother’s out there: the ones who have been at this a while, the grandmothers who are now mothers again, the single-parents who are doing the jobs of both parents, the less-experienced mothers who still feel as if they need a road map (trust me, you’ll always feel that way), and the mothers-to-be who are anticipating the birthdays of their unborn children. 

It’s the hardest job in the world, the most complicated, most daunting, most taxing, but in my opinion, it’s still the best job that you could ever have.

More later. Peace.

6 thoughts on ““A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.” ~ Victor Hugo

  1. Lita – Had to go back and read this. How true! It’s funny, I hear my mom say all the time- “I don’t want to be a burden”. Oneday, when Leyna was acting especially assy, she said that within earshot of me. I told her “OH NO!! Not me!! I want it all – dementia, deafness, crankiness,no bowel control- I want to pay Leyna back for all the Hell she put me through! I want to be in public and said loud obnoxious things so she can melt”!

    We both had a good laugh! And it’s true, no matter what you still love’em!

    1. Good on you. All I’ve ever asked of my children is that they get rich and support me in the lifestyle to which I would like to become accustomed. I don’t think that that’s too much to expect after years and years of hear pulling and headaches. But I wouldn’t trade any of them, no matter how much they test me.

  2. Hi Lita,
    You are right. it is the best job in the world and I wouldn’t trade it for quids!
    Maureen 🙂

    1. It’s definitely the hardest job that I have ever had, but it is also the one job that I have truly never wanted to hand in a resignation letter for.

  3. This was wonderful. Such a balance. I wouldn’t want to be one, I’m glad I don’t have one….. teenagers are cool …….after their not. Thanks Lita.

    1. I had fun with my then and now list. I thought that it was time that I lightened up a bit on the whole children disappointment thing.

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