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This time I sent it to my younger brother David. I feel as though I need to post his email because he really taught me something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All,&lt;br /&gt;I rarely reply to forwards, but sometimes things have to be said. Most of you have no idea who I am but you apparently know either my father or my sister. I have included every e-mail on every distro list I received with this forward. Feel free to forward my thoughts further or reply to me with your feelings. I am an officer in the Army currently stationed in Iraq. Today I am just over 6 months into a 15 month tour, my second tour.&lt;br /&gt;I know full well what extremist Muslims have done to this world and Americans. I have lost close friends to the hands of such people and I have held Soldiers under my command while they passed on. While you all have the right voice your own opinions and practice whatever religion you want, I would like to share my views on this subject with you and maybe cure some of your hatred with education.&lt;br /&gt;First off let's take a little trip back in time to remember why this great country of ours was formed. Pilgrims from Europe wanted freedom from religious persecution. Islam is a religion very closely related to Christianity, Qu'ran and the Bible share many of the same stories. If you look far enough back in recent history, you will also find that America could be held responsible for starting this conflict we are in right now. We all remember Desert Storm, but we probably don't all realize that just a few years prior to the invasion Saddam Hussein was America's biggest ally in the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;Eid ul Fitr is the holiday that the stamp in question commemorates. For those of you unfamiliar with the Islamic religion, EID celebrates the end of Ramadan. Ramadan is a month long fast in which Muslims do not partake in any "pleasures of the flesh" for a complete moon cycle. They don't eat, drink, smoke, chew tobacco, or anything else that could be considered pleasurable while the sun is up. Can you imagine waking up before the sun rises to eat breakfast then fasting completely for the rest of the day until the sun goes down for an entire month? EID lasts 3-5 days, depending on which country you are in and which Muslim sect. It is a huge celebration where entire tribes and villages come together to for feasts of lamb, chicken, fish and rice and to pray. There is nothing in EID that includes killing Americans, much like the rest of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;I work hand in hand with Muslims and am here to tell you now that they don't like the war, or the insurgency, any more than we do. More Muslim Iraqis have died in last five years than Americans and most have been killed by other Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;This has gotten a little long, but I wanted to provide some real information on Muslims for those who are interested. The point I am trying to make is that the idea of boycotting something simply because it has a religious meaning is going against everything this country is founded upon. Further I hope that with just a little education some of you will realize that all Muslims are not bad people. There are some that need to die, if this stamp had Osama bin Laden on it, then this would be a totally different story, but it doesn't. This stamp represents a holiday, it is the holiday season, so what is wrong with that. Sure, Muslims don't celebrate Christmas, but neither do Jews, or Buddhists, or hundreds of other religions. The issue brought up by this forward is much larger than a stamp." David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eC3KiLfBois/SSxQWP5W6NI/AAAAAAAABx4/ZOa8MrnMjNk/s1600-h/ATT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272677606898460882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eC3KiLfBois/SSxQWP5W6NI/AAAAAAAABx4/ZOa8MrnMjNk/s200/ATT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the stamp that was created, I did not realize that this is an old email when I forward it since it is for 37 cents and we are using 42 cent stamps now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized when I received David's email response that I was perpetuating hatred. That was not my intention when I forwarded the email. Just like I do not want to be judged by what a few may think or do I to can't judge what a few Muslims may do. As a mother I try to teach my little girl to be nice to everyone, to treat them as you would want to be treated. I have big dreams for my little girl, just as every other mother in this world has dreams for their children. My brother is my hero he may not realize how much strength I have borrowed from him, how he has been an example to me in my life. Thank you I miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I guess if we are going to leave in the DARK we should leave and head north so I call a hotel they have a room and well I did not have to give them an arm and a leg, so that is where we headed in the dark.  On a normal day it would have taken us about an hour to arrive to our next location but Friday nit it took us not quite twice that (just for power).  So here my happy family is at our hotel I check in giving them my appendage, the attendant says “Your room is closest to the third door on the right when you go around the building.”  Wanting a first floor room for a two year old so that we did not receive a complaint I ask “well is it really far down the hall?” The attendant stated that it was “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; thank you, have a good night” as I walked to my car. We drove to the third entrance I tell my husband it has to be further down because it is so close to the main entrance (that is covered) he asked me to just go check so here I get out of the car (in the sideways sheets of water) sure enough there is our room maybe twenty feet from the desk.  So I go out and get my husband daughter and junk with an umbrella (when the wind blows leave the umbrella in the car) so here I am caring Lena her doll and the umbrella. I had to walk in circles to get the umbrella to turn right side out, I am not sure how it was doing it but about every three steps it would turn inside out so I would have to turn again. So I get her to our room along with our stuff and a very wet husband.                  So we the complete idiots decide we want dessert, so here we are about eleven going out to get dessert. I am thinking Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a is right next door and we could get a milk shake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt; they close early none of this open late for them.  So here we are driving around to fine a dessert we figure we will go somewhere that we do not have, so here we are at Stake and Shake.  We go in to the restaurant because we do not know what we want again with the umbrella inside and out again. We get our food and back to the hotel, all the while not parking at the front or letting me take Lena in under the cover we all get wet and with that Dam umbrella.  Well dessert was nasty a hard biscuit with strawberries and ice-cream the only part that was good was the vanilla ice cream (how could you mess that up). &lt;br /&gt;Saturday, so after a night sleep on a brick we got up about 7:30am and laid in bed until about 9 got up.  We went to Cracker barrel for breakfast again it was raining so with the baby in one hand and the umbrella in the other and I still got wet, at least she stayed dry.  So now we were on our way to the house home sweet home.  We drove home roads were washed out on both sides trees down that were cut so that we could get through.  I prayed the whole way home I could see all kinds of trees down on roofs, houses, and just everywhere.  I just knew that we had three large trees in our yard and anyone of them could fall.  As we pulled in to our neighborhood I gasped when I saw a large branch down on a power line (at least I thought at the time it was actually a phone line) but that was the only limb that caused any problems.  Well we went in the house and guess what the power was off again.  So my dear Hubby says “what should we do now? “ I had no clue; should we stay at home with no power and the risk of a power line coming down, go back to the hotel or to Eric’s moms, I had no idea.  Heck I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know so I say lets head south to the Mother-in-law’s (thinking Lena will have someone to play with).  So we head south (into the storm) as we get about 1/3 of the way there hubby says “I think we should have headed north to the hotel”.  I just wanted to kick him sure now tell me that…. Thanks.  Any way we get to his mom’s we are all having fun no big deal, the rain lets up a little, so Eric and I go get some dinner while we are out I decide to call some friends to see if they have power and alas they do cool.  With it getting dark, raining and the wind was blowing so we opted to stay.  No big deal we will just head home in the morning……..or so we thought.  The late news comes on and all roads to our house are closed Yes all the roads all possible ways in to our home are CLOSED!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK,&lt;/span&gt; so I am thinking, no big deal it is just like back home they will send out the snow plows and clean off the roads, sure.  Yeah, wrong type of precipitation (there is a difference in rain and snow people can move snow, rain moves people). &lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I call the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sheriff&lt;/span&gt; office, they are so kind to tell me that all roads are still closed and have no time line on openings.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; deep breath, now what I am an hour away from home and I WANT TO BE AT HOME!  So we eat breakfast that my mother-in-law was so nice to prepare. Then I thought it is mid morning hey they should have things cleaned up so I called……..well they had one way patched up enough that we could get home so I packed up and off we were, I wanted to go home. When we left it was not raining but there was a little thunder nothing like it had been, so I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; this is going to be easy.  Ten minutes out it is a down pour so bad that Eric turns to me and says “You know that if the road is closed I won’t be able to see it….” Great vote of confidence, thanks! Thank goodness about the time we are to turn off on to the smaller road the rain slows to a drizzle.  Then he asks “why are you in such a hurry to get home?” What am I supposed to say “I thought that we both want to get home?”  As we drove I saw many, many, many down trees some were up rooted and some broke off.  There was one tree that was up rooted and laid right next to a trailer most of the limbs on one side were on the trailer, I just felt sick because I knew it could be my house.  There were parts of the road with no shoulder that had been washed out.  Again when we pulled into the neighborhood, there was that same limb on the power line and one in the front yard but that was it, along with the pool being very full of water and leaves.  I held my breath until I flipped the light on……..thank goodness the power is on.  If it was not on I knew I was going to get a ration.  So we carry all of our junk in, cleaned up a bit and then tried the phones, still no phone service and since our phones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, and cable are all grouped together we had nothing but power,  at least Eric did not give me a bad time. &lt;br /&gt;What a weekend but what did I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1.       Umbrellas suck&lt;br /&gt;2.       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Taking the definitions from Webster’s Dictionary:  The definition of function is the normal action of anything.  Dysfunction means abnormal functioning.&lt;br /&gt;Okay let’s take a look at our family and see where we fit in. You tell me?  Mom and Dad had to raise six little people.  Mom was the strict disciplinarian.  One of those Southern Alabama women who made you go out and get your own switch, which she would apply to the seat or your pants.  You better not come back with some little skinny stick or she would send you back for a bigger and thicker one.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the beginning of our dysfunctional life.  How normal is it to go out and get a boulder knowing you are going to get beat with it?  Mom was loving, but wouldn’t put up with any foolishness.  Here’s an example of how Mom meant business. One of her most famous sayings was “I will kill you’re a (double) s and dare your soul to move!” I don’t know about the others, but this sent chills up my spine.  Now imagine this, she’s going to kill you ant then dare your soul to leave your body.  That’s bad! For me she was bigger and badder than the boogeyman!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, there were six of us little people, Reva being the eldest and setting the example for the rest of up, she was the designated babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;She would let Ebby and Acquanette sneak to the store on the corner and buy Blue Bird pies when Mom was gone.  That was nice for Ebby, but Acquanette gained all the weight behind it.  Unfortunately, Reva’s babysitting skills left something to be desired. &lt;br /&gt;One evening danger was lurking on the back porch.  We heard a noise and then a crash.  We all ran for the steps to run upstairs, but our “designated babysitter” tried t run over us younger ones pushing us out of her way to save herself.  What is that about?  Is that survival of the fittest, or should we say survival of the oldest or abnormal behavior?&lt;br /&gt;Reva, did you know you had a great influence on your sister Ebby’s future dreams?  She considered you the “hamburger, beer and cigarette queen.” Her dream was when she grew up she wanted to order her own hamburger and beer and smoke a cigarette just like her big sister.  Did you know that Mom?  Such great expectations!  Duh!!&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Self respect was a hard lesson learned by Ebby and Karolyn.  One summer day Ebby and Karol were behaving like best buds, unusual but it did happen.  They were walking around with their arms around each other gleefully and singing loudly.  As they walked up the front porch their little happy behinds fell over in the sticker bushed.  Mom had to help fish then out.  Then she spanked them for clowning around making a spectacle of them selves in front of the neighborhood and told them to “go around back acting like dummies” what’s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;One of us who will not be named because of the personal nature of this incident had constipation problem.  Mom caught her standing up in a chair at eh cupboard eating Argo starch, for those of you who don’t know what Argo starch is ask Ebby.  The person had a mouth full of this starch when mom caught her.  Little rocks of starch flew every where when she was startled by mom and tried to speak.  Needless to say, she had to go get a switch.  Abnormal behavior, you tell me! “Eating Clothing Starch?”&lt;br /&gt;Ebby’s partner in foolishness had a few other quirks.  Now, this is one for the Twilight Zone.  Late in the evening when the full moon was rising at the witching hour she would rise up out of dead sleep and pick unidentified object out of the air.  They were visible only to her eyes.  This most definitely was not the behavior of normal person!! Sorry Karol!&lt;br /&gt;And Karol’s twin…..Me (Kathy) I am thankful to be here because I almost wasn’t.  Karol got mad at me one day and came at me with a butter knife, she missed.  After that, we tried to keep sharp objects out of her reach.  Anyone who communicates with unseen forces is capable of anything.&lt;br /&gt;But then Karol may have inherited her homicidal tendencies from you Mom.  Remember Jim’s old lady, the “red neck” as you called her?  Mom was a scrapper.  She didn’t back down from a fight.  We think that was her Alabama upbringing.  Jim and his old lady lived next door.  This woman called mom out of her name.  Mom had some hedge clippers in her hands and started off toward this woman with vengeance in her eyes.  It took all of us kids hanging one her to hold her back.  In reality, I don’t think our sweet little Mom would have whacked t woman’s head off, but she surely would have laid a real hurting on her. Ewe!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mom, Poor dear never learned to drive.  A well meaning neighbor and friend decided to teach her how to drive, Karol and I(Kathy) remember this well.  We were in the back seat.  Now this woman had never been behind a steering wheel in her life.  One of us twins called out “Mommy.”  Mom turned around to look at us and ran into, tearing up three or four brand new cars while making an illegal U-turn.  Ebby ended up with a fat lip and mom had to pay a fat fine and received a scolding from the judge.  She never had a driver’s permit!  Needless to say, that was the first and last time she ever got behind the wheel of a car.&lt;br /&gt;The experience scarred Ebby.  She had a Driving Miss Daisy complex for 30 years.  She would always get in the back seat when dad would taker back and forth to work.  Thing is, was the only passenger in the car. Weird huh!  But, let’s all give Ebby a hand of applause because she beat dysfunction junction.  At the ripe old age of 36 she finally made up her mind to get her driver’s license, and she did! Hoorah Ebby!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let’s not forget our nest to the oldest sister Aquanette.  She was the proverbial black sheep of the family.  If there was something to be tried, she was the first to do it.  And she was hard headed.  I think she got more spankings than all of us combined.  She was a revel and had to have eth last word.  She loved running the streets.  When she turned eighteen Dad would tamper with her car so it wouldn’t run all weekend long, but it started up real good come Monday morning for work.  She never figured this out until we told her about eight years ago. &lt;br /&gt;She became the dreaded designated babysitter after Reva left t nest.  Her and Karol never got along in the capacity.  They always ended up fighting and Acquanette would have to call Mom and tell her about Karol acting wild.  There were times when she would have to literally fight Karol off with a chair as if Karol were some wild animal.  The only thins missing was a whip.  Something, someone, or someone’s isn’t functioning in normal capacity here.  This is one for the books.&lt;br /&gt;Acquanette learned first hand what Mom’s phrase “when you think you are grown you get your own place to hang curtains.”  When she was 19 she left the nest, got her own apartment and hung her some curtains.  Now who would have ever thought this complicated free spirit would be the saved person she is today?&lt;br /&gt;Now, our dear brother, Herb Jr. formerly known as Herbie, his childhood dream was to be an elevator man. He would run that Home Company elevator up and down the shaft collecting trash on the different floors and then climb and jump from shelf to shelf like a monkey. &lt;br /&gt;One day Herbie thought he had a secret.  He had a thing about chocolate Ex-lax.  He found a box sitting on the table and ate the whole thing.  He told me about it and asked not to tell Mom.  Of course, smart intelligent me told hen no one had to tell Mom, because shortly she and everyone else in the house will know what he did.  We did!  OF course he got the switch.  Who in their right mind would eat a whole box of Ex-lax? Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;Herb was a sneaky little devil.  One day Mom saw something shinny in the sticker bushes.  Upon investigation, she discovered herb and one of his little friends has hidden a six pack of beer in the bushes to sneak and drink later. Busted! He got grounded.  I think Mom thought herb was really into fresh aromas, because he was always burning incense in his room.  Personally, I don’t think it was to cover up the smell of his stinky feet.&lt;br /&gt;And now last but not least me (Karol).  I guess it’s only fair that I should rattle a few skeletons of my own or I’ll here about it.  I have been called a racist.  One summer when the family went to Birmingham, Alabama, I was minding my own business until my uncle, (my Mother’s brother) pointed out this dark, poor little raggedy black boy.  He told me to call the boy “Little Black Samboo.” Like a dummy I did it.  Got bad with it too.  I didn’t just do it once but called him that three or four times. “Little Black Samboo,   Little Black Samboo.”  I seemed to get bolder each time I said it.  Well, imagine a high yellow calling a dark skin black boy down south Black Samboo! Yes I had to go get a switch.  It seemed like those southern switched were wicked.  That was the last time I behaved like a racist.&lt;br /&gt;You might say I also had a Mafia Complex.  I would loan people money, but you better pay me back when you promised you would or we were going to fight.  Ask Karol, she sported a fat lip for a week.  I asked her for my money and she had the audacity to tell me “I’ll give it to you when I get good and ready” POP! She gave me my money and I never extended her another loan.&lt;br /&gt;In closing, I’ve just given some of you a peek into our past.  The Normal and the Abnormal.   Were we a dysfunctional family? Who can really say?  Its how we turned out that really matters.  Let’s all give Mom a round of applause.  You raised us right and we all turned out to have good careers.&lt;br /&gt;Reva                – A teacher&lt;br /&gt;Acquanette      – Wiz in accounting records at the college and now a recognized&lt;br /&gt;Writer though a publishing company&lt;br /&gt;Ebby                – Executive legal secretary&lt;br /&gt;Karol               – Investments and now training for pharmacy assistant&lt;br /&gt;Kathy              – Mortgage banking and Real estate&lt;br /&gt;Herb Jr.           – Executive vice president at Coca Cola Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did a great job Mom!!  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As Eric and I were talking this week he pointed out that motherhood is like a recipe.  There are two parts first where it came from and second the ingredients.  As for me it has been passed down for many generations from Tolina, Carrie, Sadie, and Elva My great grandmothers, to Thelma, Annie, and Catherine my grandmother’s and most recent my mother Betty.  Although many other mothers have added to my knowledge my mother has been my greatest teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I find strength in her calm reassurance, her patients is almost endless, her love is boundless.  I know I have her support.  Every week I look forward to her letters most of the time they include tid-bits from her calendar about motherhood “Raising children is the most difficult, laborious, committing, routine and exhausting job one can imagine.  It is a job that requires modesty humility, presence, patients, and most important a great deal of maturity of charter”  “You will judge yourself by how you children turn out” my mother says “How True”  “One question moms should never ask their teen…… ‘Do I look like an idiot to you?’” “Mom is who catches you when you fall and we all fall.” &lt;br /&gt;My mother is the person in my life who has always been there for me no matter what.  What I did, What I didn’t do, What I should have done, And How I treated her.  As the saying goes “What goes around comes around” well Eric and I are in for it that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young I ran to my mother to fix a booboo. When I was young I ran from my mother because she was so out of touch, but as with most moms she was just a step behind, waiting to catch me when I fell, or to pick me up when I needed to fall.&lt;br /&gt;As I have gotten older my mother is one of my closest friends.  The person I call daily, the person whom I ask for advice. The person I seek approval from knowing that she may not always approve but her support is never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe: What is not included in motherhood? A mom had many jobs everything from a short order cook, to a taxi service, a mechanic to a seamstress.  We may not always like the job at hand, but as with my mother she completed it with love.  Always telling my MOM does not stand for My Own Maid.&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is more than a job in many different ways first of all a mothers’ day does not end at 5 or 6, I am sure that most mothers’ days end between 11 and 12 with the starting of the dishwasher and a load of laundry.  Then the next day starts at 1am with a hungry baby, a sick child, or a soccer uniform that has to be washed because tomorrow is picture day.&lt;br /&gt;But through our day as a mother we complete the most important parts of the recipe to teach our children through example. “You can’t teach children to be good the best you can do for your children is to live a good life yourself.  What a parent knows and believes the children will lean on.” As sister Hinkley commented on mothering effectively.  As mothers we love without boundaries with all of our being.&lt;br /&gt;“It has never been so important that children have a home that is a place of refuge a place of peace and a place of unconditional love, even when a report card is not what we had hoped for.”  Sister Hinkley described the home I want for my children.  I pray that as a mother my children know that my actions are full of love even when they don’t like what is going on or the answer to a request.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some thing I need help remembering on a daily bases.&lt;br /&gt;God please do not let me miss those moments that I could have spent with my child. Let me carry her more often and feel her tiny body gently wrapped in my loving arms, for someday I will not have the strength to pick her up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold her close to smell her freshly washed hair and breath in that wonderful baby sent that covers her delicate skin for surely she will not smell this deliciously sweet for very long.&lt;br /&gt;Let me enjoy changing her diapers for this gives me the chance to play with her miniature toes and tickle her tummy and make her feel comfortable, someday she will ask me to leave and shut the door behind me claiming she can manage by herself.&lt;br /&gt;Let me take more walks with her in her stroller while I can look down at her little face that is staring in wonder at this new world all around her let me do this often for son she will be able to walk on her own and leave the safety of her carriage.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand beside her crib at night for longer than a moment to watch her surrender to her peaceful slumber.  These nights spent in a crib will be replaced soon enough by a much less cozy place for dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make her laugh every day for I am sure the precious sounds of her first giggles are apt t change with time.&lt;br /&gt;Let me delight in each and every mile stone she reaches before I know it walking and drinking fro a cup and other small miracles she has learned will seem ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell her how much I love her since there are bound to be times when she will not want to sot still to hear this.&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue to listen attentively to her even after she has mastered the art of talking. Since people tend to listen less closely to a child once language becomes fluent.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make time for peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake and other baby games there will come a day when she will no longer want to participate in such childish antics.&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn to enjoy the sound of her calling my mommy even if it is yelling through the dripping of tears for one day I will no longer me “mommy” to her but rather just mom.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the world to her right now because as every mother sadly comes to realize, their babies soon discover the world out side of their mother’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;Let me do these things and so much more despite being busy, tired and overwhelmed because I would hate to look back and harbor regrets of times gone by that were lost to less important things than my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Dear Lord I want my daughter to grow up to be a strong loving and intelligent women but please Lord do not let this happen overnight because someday memories will be all I have.&lt;br /&gt;Adjectives have been changed for me and Lena but Michelle Mariotti originally wrote this prayer.&lt;br /&gt;“As we change diapers and wash sticky little fingers, give driving lessons and coach little league watch our children marry and hold our first grandchild we are reminded in countless ways that motherhood is a journey that never ends” anonymous&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing is more rewarding” B Diaz&lt;br /&gt;Have joy in your children&lt;br /&gt;Have joy in your mothering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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