Mom, Dad, Step-parent, Aunt, Uncle, Grandmother, Grandfather, Adoptive
(Sung to the tune of: “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands…)
If you love your little peeper(s), clap your hands.
If you love your little peeper(s), clap your hands.
If you love your little peeper(s), even more when they are sleepers,
If you love your little peeper(s), clap your hands.
*More and more we see single-parents performing both Mom and Dad duties. Theirs is an awesome task as role models for their children. This my personal tribute to friends I have, and know they would never begrudge their child anything. Indeed, many tell me that the child keeps them going. Bless them all.
I was raised (thankfully) by my grandparents, whom I called mom and dad, and they truly were the only parents I ever knew. They have been gone for many years, but Mother's Day and Father's Day are still a rather sad time for me for that reason. Your lovely tribute lightened my heart and my toes (and fingers) are still tapping to the tune and rhythm of your words. I am not a mom myself, but I wish a Happy Mom's Day to all beloved mothers everywhere! Brenda
ReplyDeleteDear Brenda,
ReplyDeleteI am just so tickled that you knew the song I referred to. I was thinking "universal appeal."
My Mom died in '97; my Dad is still so angry and hurt; looking for a place to argue.
No children either... feel like an orphan most days. Oh well.
You've been on my mind all week though, and I hoped to hear from you. So... all it takes is a toe-tapping tune?!
I'll be listening for your singing. Sing on!
In peace, Dixie
it's sad to see kids and single parents struggling.Also it makes me happy to see them perform despite the odds.
ReplyDeleteDesperado,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment, and you are so right.
During my reading of another blog site, I came to understand that if the struggling single parents teach peace to their children, then those children will take peace into their hearts and to school with them.
Maybe then, they can teach peace to other children who understand and take it home to their parents.
It's a small start, yet even the "stone gods" are built beginning with one rock or brick.
(Ref. BuddhaWithin)