The Treadway's

Good Morning to all,
We have had a blessed Easter already. Mommy, Danny's mom Helen, and I went to sunrise service. She said she had never been to one "there". It is at the Wallace and Wallace Mausoleum. Kind of weird singing with all those bodies around but you get used to it. Anyway, she had a really good time. We even got a biscuit from McDonald's afterwards. They always feed us too! Helen and I were walking her and we both had her arms but she stumbled and managed to fall. Everyone came running of course, but I reassured them, My Mama knows how to fall. And she did it so graceful. Didn't even skin up her knees. After we came home I checked her BP and it was 120/70. She ate her sausage biscuit, a whole cup of yogurt, a cup of water with her medicine and 2 cups of tea. I told her I was taking her to sunrise EVERY morning. She is asleep on the couch til church time. I couldn't sleep last night and this poem popped in my head! Just a taste of Mommy's routine, but it pretty much says it all.

Mommys Day

She slides out of bed to start her day, but glimpses in the mirror first on her way.
The look on her face is priceless, as she sees herself, “Boy, that hair is a mess”
On with the morning chores of getting out of bed, first with the eyeballs and then with the teeth, or just to spice things up, we do it opposite instead.
Oh so chilly, as she grabs her slippers and duster, now she is ready, “Its breakfast time, Buster!”
Maybe just yogurt, toast and tea, but it’s the time of the day she likes best you see.
After getting ten children off to school every day, that internal clock refuses to lay
Sometimes it’s five-thirty, but definitely no later than seven, well good grief its daylight, and just listen at those birdies.
Calling my name, the birds sing “chirp chirp,” as I head to my rocker, we start the day the same.
Monotonous some may say, not me, it’s a routine and I like it that way.
After breakfast it’s time for a nap, “well I did get up early you know; I bet most of you can’t say that!”
Time for some chores, folding clothes or hanging them out, “I love doing laundry it’s never a bore”
Some days are unique, as there are kids to play with, maybe roll a ball or just hide and seek.
By now its lunch time, could be anything you see, as my daughters are “good cookers” just like me!
The afternoon is filled with outdoors or in, enjoying the company, doing devotions and looking at pictures of where I’ve been.
The road has been long, and yes, sometimes hard. But God put me here and isn’t finished; to want to leave would just be wrong.
Almost time for bed, you see I turn in early, take off the eyeballs, the teeth, one more look at that head!
As I lay on my pillow, I think “Will this be the night, I dream of my husband, my best friend, my lover?”
Then I drift off to sleep, and see him in Heaven, Smiling at me as if to say, “I’m waiting but no hurry, this will surely keep!”
“We will have eternity after you get here, enjoy your time on earth with the babies, you love so dear.”
Before she knows it, it’s that internal clock, but just for this morning, let’s turn on the snooze, why not?

Trish Hutsenpiller 04042010