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A group of mothers with the same set of troubles,
get together once a month to discuss their doubles.
And lo and behold a club is formed,
a place where many friendships are warmed.
You can learn a lot of double care
that you no doubt will want to share.
You'll find a place where you'll be at ease,
where having fun is just a breeze.
You will find that you're not alone,
and help is as near as your kitchen phone.
Belonging to a twin's club never can be replaced by another.
It will make you proud that God chose you to be a special mother.
Oh, Precious duo of mine,
you have made my life complete.
The two of you grew inside of me,
and your birth "What a wonderful treat!"
We were blessed by God, the moon and the sun,
We were blessed with a baby, but not just one!!
Two tiny miracles, so beautiful, so small,
two tiny miracles which in love i did fall!
My feelings so strong i can hardly express,
my heart filled with love and much tenderness.
I loved you both as a part of me,
and i'll love you both now and for eternity!
There's two to wash
There's two to dry,
There's two who argue
There's two who cry.
One's in the mud
Having a ball
The other holds a crayon
Another marked wall.
Some days seem endless
My patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen
To be a Mother of Twins?
The answer comes clear
At the end of each day,
As I tuck them in bed
And to myself I say.
There's two to kiss
There's two to hug.
And best of all
There's two to love.
Special delivery, special pair
two little infants left in your care.
It won't be easy this great big task
God thought you were the one He would ask.
To guide and rear two at the same time
through fights and mishaps and lots of grime.
He will give you strength for the longest day
and He will always be there to show you the way.
Though times you will feel that you are alone,
there are a lot of twins mothers
who have two that are grown,
So with this in mind that others have survived the test.
You'll thank God for your double blessing
and do your best.
The heavens were excited -
(statistics were just right)
"Gather 'round," the wisest angel said,
"God's designing twins tonight."
It's quite a marvelous process,
As anybody knows -
Two separate souls begin their lives,
As His love just overflows.
Perhaps he'll make them just alike,
Or as different as can be,
But that's the way He wants it -
He's planned it that way you see.
He must then find a loving Mom,
A very special Dad -
For twins take special parents,
And the best just must be had.
Listen, my friends and you will surely know
how parents survive with twins on the grow.
Day of leisure is now just a pleasant memory
when our double joy was born to us, you see!
One needs changing and the other to be fed;
the laundry to be done while they're in bed.
And a trip of any kind is a tale of it's own,
just getting them ready so we can be gone,.
Or do you remember when romance was once there?
Well, if I'm not too tired, tonight I might dare.
The grim I've told you, but please hear the other,
for such a wonder it is being a twin's Mother.
For along with the double trouble, it does so appear
comes plenty of double loving from those so dear.
And if people ask you, "how do you ever cope?"
Answer, "God sent a blessing and lots of hope."
So many good things come in pairs,
Like ears and socks and panda bears.
But best of all are sets of twins,
with extra laughter, double grins.
There's so much fun in having two
with twice as many points of view.
So much alike, forever linked,
and yet they're also quite distinct.
They share a birthday and a name,
But moods and tempers aren't the same.
Although at times they may dispute,
their loyalty is absolute.
From days of youth till life is done,
it's one for both and both for one.
We're all quite novel and precise,
But special folks~
God made twice.
The Parable of Twins
Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the same womb. Weeks passed, and the twins developed. As their awareness grew they laughed for joy: Isn't it great that we were conceived? Isn't it great to be alive?
Together the twins explored their world. When they found their mothers cord that gave them life, they cried for joy: How great our mothers love that she shared her own life with us!
As weeks stretched into months, the twins noticed how much each was changing.
What does it mean? asked the one.
It means our stay in this world is drawing to an end. said the other.
But I don't want to go said the other one. I want to stay here always.
We have no choice said the other. But maybe there is life after birth.
How can that be? responded the one. We will shed our life cord. How is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us and none have returned to tell us there is life after birth. No, this is the end.
And so the one fell into a deep despair saying, "If conception ends in birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? It's meaningless! Maybe there is no mother after all."
But there has to be protested the other. How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?
Have you ever seen our mother? said the one. Maybe she lives only in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good.
And so the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear.
Finally the moment of birth arrived. When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried for joy -- for what they saw exceeded their fondest dreams.
A meeting convened one day
in Heavens sacred hall.
The Ideal mother must be found
for twins so sweet and small.
She must be patient, first of all,
And kind and calm and wise.
And capable of chasing tears
away from little eyes.
She'd have to put her children first
And be so very smart
Have dedication and resolve,
A sweet and loving heart.
They all agreed you were the best
No other mom would do.
Yes, Heaven found the perfect one
And sent those twins to you!
Her Little Shadows
I once saw a mother with eyes filled with laughter.
And many little shadows came following after.
Where ever she moved they were always right there,
Holding onto her skirt, hanging onto her chair.
Before Her, behind her, they were everywhere!
"Don't you ever get weary as day after day,
So many tagalongs getting in your way?"
She smiled a big smile as she shook her head-
And I'll always remember the words that she said...
"It's good to have shadows to run when you run,
That laugh when your happy, and hum when you hum...
For you only have shadows when your life's filled with Sun!!!
Motherhood Times Three
Becoming a mother is a blessed event,
with it's burden of responsibility and the best of intent.
But becoming a mother of three in one day,
is an experience like no other in a multitude of ways.
Triplets at bath time basically takes you all day,
then comes the diapers, the assembly line way.
Onward to potty training, which is crowd control at best,
and the first day of school, a rare opportunity to rest.
Just imagine sweet sixteen, a round of driver's licenses for all,
and a graduation day memory, that will be bittersweet to recall.
Now when others make a fuss about how hard it must be,
to a parent a four year old and two year olds times three,
I'm quick to respond about how good my life's been,
and remind them that many of our grandmothers raised ten!
Author: Lauretta Shokler, Frisco, Texas
Here are a few more, some to make you think.Also a couple of Christmas ones to get you in the spirit.
I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of everyday.
For I know too soon they're up and gone,
and walking out the door
And I'll never have a child
to kiss goodnight any more.
It's very strange how times have changed
from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly
the time has flown so fast.
For it seems like only yesterday
I helped him with his shirt,
Or pat my baby on the back,
Or kissed away a hurt.
Tell a story, read a book,
wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
the way they used to do.
Once it was a bother,
just a troublesome kind of chore.
but now I would give anything
to do it just once more.
Mommy, bounce me on your knee,
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me
and help me comb my hair.
Mommy, tickle my tummy...
Daddy hold me high.
Lets go outside, for a while,
or make a kite to fly...
I count it as a privilege
I count it cause for praise
To kiss my children goodnight
at the close of everyday
For I know too soon they're up and gone
And walking out the door
And I'll never have a child
to kiss Goodnight anymore!
If I were granted any wish,
I'll tell you what I'd do,...
I'd wish my kids were small again,
for just a month or two.
To hear their squeals of laughter,
to watch them while they play.
And when they ask me to join in,
I'd NOT say "Not today."
To hug again their chubby frame,
to kiss away their tears,
and cherish childhood innocences
that's washed away the years.
Then when it's story time again,
I'd stay a little longer,
to answer questions, sing the songs,
so memories would be stronger.
But time is callous, wishes, myth,
yet God in all his wisdom,
has given me another chance
before I join his kingdom.
The face may not be just the same,
the name is changed, 'tis true,
but yet the smile that radiates,
reminds me so of you.
God must have known that Grandma
would need a chance or two.
For many little happy things
she hadn't time to do.
So God gave love to Grandmas
to equal that before,
that, in effect embraces
those little lives she bore.
Letter From an Unborn Child
Dear Mommy and Daddy,
I write this letter to you in hopes that you will consider your approach to
parenting me before I arrive. I am a joyous child. I thrive on love and
respect, order and consistency. When I arrive, I will seem very small to you.
Even though I don't look like an adult, please understand that I am a human
Even though I will not speak words to you, I will know you
with my heart. I will feel all your feelings, absorb your
thoughts. I will come to know you more than you may know
yourself. Do not be misled by my silence. I am open, growing
and learning more rapidly than you can imagine.
I will make imprints of all that I see, so please give me
beauty to rest my eyes upon. I will record all that I hear, so
please give me sweet music and language that tells me how
much I am loved. Give me silence to rest my ears. I will
absorb all that I feel, so please wrap our life in love.
I am waiting patiently to be with you. I am so happy to
have the opportunity to be alive. Maybe when you see me
you will remember how precious life is too!
Your joyous child
Always remember how great and precious this human life is
.. make the best of it
"Before I was born, what did I do?"
"It's hard to say--you weren't yet you."
"Where did I wait? Did I stand or sit?"
"Don't know. You weren't anywhere yet."
"Well then, where did I come from?"
"You grew from a seed. Inside Mommy's tum."
"Inside Mommy? What did I do?"
"Just rested and waited. And grew and grew."
"Grew? Like the bean plant out of the bean?"
--"And so I'm a human bean?"
--"And you were a seed that grew?
"I was. And everyone else was, too."
"And when you die, are you planted--like new?"
"Maybe. I think so."
--"I think so, too."
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away.
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.
"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've know.
"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk
"Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear
Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away.
I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there's a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it's for.
I quietly unfold it
making sure you're still asleep,
It's a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.
It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
A new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.
But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.
You asked if your friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.
Then you asked dear Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.
You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
"Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay."
"And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat."
"Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I'm leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year".
"And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus' birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
goodwill and peace on earth".
"There's one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you'd smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree."
I pulled the letter close to me'
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hands had written
what no other could impart.
"And a little child shall lead them,"
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.
Santa's Secret Wish
On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes
Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise,
And said as he nestled on Santa's broad knee,
"I want your secret. Tell it to me."
He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear,
"How do you do it, year after year?"
"I want to know how as you travel about,
Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.
How is it, dear Santa, that in your pack of toys
You have plenty for all the world's girls and boys?
Stays so full, never empties. To homes large and small
From nation to nation, reaching them all"
And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,
"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"
But the child shook his head, and Santa could see
That he needed the answer. "Now listen to me,"
He told the small boy with light in his eyes,
"My secret will make you sadder, and wise"
"The truth is that my sack is magic Inside.
It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.
But although I do visit each girl and each boy
I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.
Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,
Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.
Some homes are broken, and children there grieve.
Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?"
"My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,
But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough.
So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,
And pray with them that they'll be given the joy
Of the spirit of Christmas, the spirit that lives
In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives."
"If only God hears me and answers my prayer,
When I visit next year, what I will find there
Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love
And boys and girls gifted from light up above.
It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,
To give toys to some, and give prayers to another.
But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed,
For God has a way of meeting each need."
"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,
Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.
In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day
More love than a Santa could ever give away.
The sack never empties of love, or of joys
'Cause inside it are prayers, and hopes. Not just toys.
The more that I give, the fuller it seems,
Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams."
"And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.
It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.
It never gets empty, it's full from the start.
It's the center of lights, and of love. It's your heart.
And if on this Christmas you want to help me,
Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.
Open that sack called your heart, and share
Your joy, your friendship, your wealth, your care."
The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.
"Thanks for the secret. I've got to be going."
"Wait, little boy," said Santa, "don't go.
Will you share? Will you help? Will you use what you know?"
And for a moment the small boy stood still,
Touched his heart with his hand and whispered,
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