Just stuff...

For years I have had this binder hanging over my head in the closet...lol! That sounds crazy I know! This binder is filled with pages upon pages of things I have written...full pages, partial pages, one line thoughts, etc... Why is it so hard for me to share this? For years it has just been stuff...stuff from the past...stuff that didn't matter...stuff that didn't mean anything to anyone...not really even me. As I have been writing this blog I have started remembering how much I like to write. I may not be any good at it...I don't know! For some it is meaningless words upon a page and they won't bother reading...that is ok! What I hope is that someday my kids and grandkids will look back and enjoy a good laugh or just remember who momma was and smile. Here and there I may start sharing a few things I have written. I have picked one out today that was written when Dylan was probably 2 and Mason was just a baby. Why did I pick this one? Because we are STILL in this stage (for only a short while longer (sad face))...and I LOVE it!

ME

I wake up and everyone is still asleep
I don't want to sleep-I want to get up.
The suns not up...baby borther's not up
Mommy and Daddy aren't up
but what about me.
Some days it's just so hard to be me.

I don't want to put on my clothes today
Can't I just wear my pj's
I don't want to pick up my toys
You pick them up - I just want to play
Yuck, I don't like to eat green peas.
Some days it's just so hard to be me.

Mommy wants me to brush my teeth and hair
But that's not any fun and just not fair
I want to take a bath you see
Just me and my baby brother
And splash water all over the place yippee.
This is whats fun to me.

Mommy tells me the reason she wants me to do
All the things I don't want to do
Is so everyone is happy and has a good day.
So, I should stay in my bed and try to rest
Until the sun peeks in my window
Then Mommy and Daddy and baby brother and me
Aren't so tired in the morning.
Some days it's just so hard to be me.

Putting on my clothes
and brushing my teeth
Makes me feel good
then I can go out and play.
I pick up my toys because I made a mess
I eat green peas because they are good for me.
Some days its just so hard to be me.

But when my Mommy an Daddy hug me tight
And my baby brother shares with me
When Mommy lets me put on my favorite shirt
And brush my hair all by myself.
When I get to help make my very own lunch
And my friends get to come over and play
What fun this is for me.
So I guess ...some days it's not so hard to be me.