What a grandmother said while picking cotton for <50 euros/year in Burkina Faso, on the edge of the Sahara desert.
“We are fed up! Fui, fui, fui, fui. 61 more words
I will soon have four kids. Therefore you assume that I:
1. Am Mormon or Catholic
2. Like to have sex but don’t know how to use birth control… 743 more words
When we were pregnant with our fourth child, we discovered we needed a different vehicle. We needed a minivan! At THAT time of the economy vehicles were not made for 6 people, four kids. So we got our minivan and had to have a fifth child to fill in the blank spaces. Once you have four children, it doesn't much matter anyway. I was also accused of being Mormon, Catholic or Apostolic Lutheran. I'm just a little Christian girl who enjoys the blessings God has given. Now as my baby is gettin married my house is very very empty. Someone told me once that we had too many children. I asked him which one we should put back. Was it the paleontologist? Or the ballerina ( who is now stay at home school teacher) or the Paleobotanist. How about the policeman/fireman who's going to have 15 children, build a big house and live with his daddy. Reproductive choices is ultimately a personal matter no matter which side of the fence you are on. As for me at my house we'll take the kids.
“As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of the flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unconsciously to the soughing of the trees…”, … 939 more words
Grandmothers have a unique opportunity to encourage youngins to get out and about. I have already allowed video games and TV fast more than was good for my children simply as a method of coping. But I don't have to cope, now. I can give the smart little rascals back! So I want to get the grandkids involved in the garden when they get older. I want to explore the creek and listen to the catbirds in our shrubs.
MY DARLING GIRL’S FIRST CHRISTMAS – DEC 25TH 2012
I sat there stone cold sober on that Boxing Day, December 26th 2012, just looking at and after the Christmas present I had given my darling girl the day before, a case of beer; and I can tell you she far preferred that to the musical seahorse her Mother had given her. 2,203 more words
TIME DOESN’T STAND STILL, DOES IT?
FLYING THE BABY AGAIN
“Why in the name of heaven boy, have you bought a 6 month old girl a Ferrari,” the emailed words written by my Uncle in the UK seemed to audibly abuse their way into my ears and a little bit like that awful sound produced from the mouths of those popular singing, shaking arses, hips and tits girls tends to do. 1,094 more words