Thursday, February 4, 2010

{for all you moms out there}

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ON GOALS
By Evalyn Bennett

As every young woman approaches marriage and child rearing, she sets up goals, hoping to make her home a little bit of heaven. As the years roll around, these specific goals have to be re-evaluated and changed with the changing times.

My goals twenty years ago included:
Keep an immaculate house that would be an ideal setting for the Spirit of our Heavenly Father to dwell.
Read at least one excellent book a month and become well informed about the world around you.
Prepare well-balanced, attractive gourmet meals, experimenting with at least one new recipe a week.
Bear many children who will be well dressed, well pressed and well behaved.
Keep an optimistic outlook on life. At the end of every week try to evaluate what created in you good feelings or frustrations.
Tell your husband, once a day, that you love him.

The first two years of our marriage, before children, was like a fantasy. I was so organized, orderly and adorable. We ate such creations as Gordon Bleu and capon under glass. Our discussions were stimulating and the house was hygienically spotless, not a thing out of place.

Then came the first child. With the demands of burping, changing, loving, bathing, rocking, washing, praying, some of my goals needed to be modified. I must give up my immaculate house. My revised goal now reads:

As you pass a table, blow hard on the top to rearrange the dust.
Put the vacuum in the middle of the living room floor so that anyone calling on you will think that sometime soon you intend to get the debris from the floor.

Then came the second child. With the demands of burping, changing, loving, bathing, rocking, washing, praying, some of my goals needed to be modified. I must give up my reading books.

But not my newspapers. I still snatch time for a little worthwhile reading of my favorite funny paper characters, Mary Worth and Dr. Rex Morgan, but only every other day. And who can live without Ann Landers.
To keep well informed, I rush to the door when I hear the mailman, to discuss some pertinent problems: “Has the garbage been picked up down the street yet?”

Then came the third child. With the demands of burping, changing, loving, bathing, rocking, washing, praying, some of my goals needed to be modified:

Serve at least one hot dish a day. This means if you serve hot soup for lunch, you can get away with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner. When I do find an extra hour and decide to go all out on a roast, potatoes, gravy and baked bread, the children ask, “Who is coming for dinner?” or “Is it Thanksgiving already?”

Then came the fourth child. With the demands of burping, changing, loving, bathing, rocking, washing, praying, some of my goals needed to be modified:

Instead of reading “Well dressed, well pressed and well behaved,” my goals simply read “Dressed”. If the diaper is hanging around the knees by noon, my neighbors know that I pinned it properly earlier in the day. I haven’t seen the bottom of my ironing basket for three years, and really don’t know when I ever will. Praise be for polyester!

Then came the fifth child. With the demands of burping, changing, loving, bathing, rocking, washing, praying, some of my goals again needed to be modified:

Keep your voice down until noon. At the end of every week, count to see if you still have five children. Check your mind to see whether you have lost it or not. Check your varicose veins to see if your legs will take you through another mad week. Try to speak to your husband once a day. With Cub Scouts, Little League, watching football, basketball, baseball, track, violin lessons, PTA board meetings, United Fund drive, Primary Blazers, Relief Society Visiting Teaching, Bar Auxiliary, Law Wives, University Women’s Club, chicken pox, roseola, hepatitis, Asian flu, and tonsillectomies, I feel lucky to call out to him as we rush past each other going in and out of the front door: “Golly dear, I am overdrawn at the bank again.”

Twenty years later my goals are summed up by reading: “Sustain life and endure to the end.”

(i don't have a clue who evalyn bennett is. this was one of those e-mail forward thingys.)

6 comments:

  1. Noinhan se jokseenkin menee..:-)

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  2. Sitähän tämä elämä on, mutta onneksi on kirjat!
    Olen tässä vuosien varrella seurannut hehkutustasi Twilight-sarjasta ja kun kerroit aloittavasi kirjat 4. kerran ajattelin, että nyt kyllä meikäläisenkin täytyy ne lukaista.Ennakkoluulot vampyyreitä ja ihmissusia kohtaan oli suuret, mutta tarinahan on aivan ihana!
    Ihmissusia olen kohdannut vain Scarpetta romaaneissa ja ne on kyllä aika ällöttäviä mutta Jacob on ihan toista maata...
    Kukapa olisi uskonut että tämä mummi (60+) ihastuisi tälläiseen aikuisten satuun.
    Nyt on elokuvien aika, halusin ensin lukea kirjat.
    Hyvää alkanutta kevättä!
    T. Maija

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  3. mannukka: niinpa. yhden kanssa on monet tavoitteet havinneet myoskin. :)

    maija: ai kun ihana etta paatit lukea twilight kirjat. minulla oli ihan samanlaiset ajatukset kun ensin kuulin niista kirjoista. vampyyreita ja ihmissusia. ei kiinnosta. mutta sitten oikein hyva ystava suositteli niita ja ajattelin etta pakko lukea. nyt mietin etta milloinkohan aloittaisin ne viidetta kertaa. :)

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  4. ps. minulla on eras uusi tuttava joka lukee kaikki tuollaiset kirjat. han on yli 60v myoskin. olen hanelta lainannut muita vampyyri jne kirjoja. :) twilight on edelleen paras ja sen veroista en varmaan loyda.

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  5. Aaah yes, the delights of parenthood!
    I have two divine little ones - I have given up a lot and I have gained a lot.
    Life is beautiful!

    xCharlotta

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