Although you see the world different than me. Sometimes I can touch upon the wonders that you see. All the new colors and pictures you've designed, Oh yes, sweet darling ,So glad you are a child of mine.
Child of mine, child of mine. Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.
You don't need direction, you know which way to go. And I don't want to hold you back, I just want to watch you grow. You're the one who taught me you don't have to look behind, Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.
Child of mine, child of mine. Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.
Nobody's gonna kill your dreams, Or tell you how to live your life. There'll always be people to make it hard for a while. But you'll change their heads when they see you smile.
The times you were born in may not have been the best. But you can make the times to come better than the rest. I know you will be honest if you can't, always be kind. Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.
Child of mine, child of mine, Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.
Child of mine, child of mine. Oh yes, sweet darling, So glad you are a child of mine.

Last time I saw Joe --- Good Friday 2007

This picture is the last time I saw my soldier. The stupid elevator wouldn't work so that's why he's laughing. His wife is hiding behind him so we wouldn't see each other crying. He is in Yakima, WA in the "snow" picture.
I don't know how to stop missing him. If you knew this guy, you'd be in awe. He has done so much to better his life which included helping the poor and the homeless in Texas. Momma loves you!!!

I don't think I'm mean..

Liberal Army Wife & Sarge Charlie...I appreciate your comments. Just let me verify...I am not mean to my family. They are just not use to me expressing my negative feelings. I have always been the type of person that let EVERYTHING roll off my shoulders and I kept my opinions to myself. I've always been a PEACE-KEEPER...maybe even an enabler. Somehow, that's all changed and I THINK it has to do with my son being deployed...because I see the world differently now. If I see a problem...instead of fixing it myself and bottling up inside, the frustrations I feel because someone else doesn't recognize the problem. For instance...I take care of two 2 year olds all day---grandson and foster child---I work my butt off all day to meet their needs along with washing EVEYONE'S LAUNDRY (kids, hubby, 15 year old son & 23 old daughter--oh...mine too), cooking dinner, doing the dishes...all the house cleaning---if someone makes a mess, or doesn't know if leftovers are worth saving...don't complain about the mess...clean it yourself and make the decision to keep or throw away the food. Does it take a rocket scientist to figure out that my so called meaness is because everyone here can't see what needs to be done. So, instead of me not not saying anything---like I use to---I tell people, "hey! can't you pick that up?" or..."can't you make the decision about throwing out leftovers yourself?" My job is 24-7...it's with me constantly. It's always been that way and it will always be that way. I DO EVERYTHING for my family...because I love them...unconditionally without fail. I don't want RECOGNITION I just don't want to sit back and take all the crap anymore. I want to say how I feel without someone getting mad at me. Face it, I've changed...with my son in a war zone...my perspective on life has changed for the better. I look at what our soldiers are going through...all they have to see and hear and endure...and it makes life here a piece of cake. Everytime someone complains about the heat, Isay. "imagine the temp being 115 and your wearing full army gear. Then you can cry about the heat to me." WE ALL have the convenience of making our own decisions, our soldiers don't. They work for hours...days on end with little or no sleep...FOR US! The least we can do for our soldiers is to start seeing the world through their eyes and maybe then, we'll appreciate what we have. That's all I'm trying to get across to my family.

My first blog

Last night my husband said I was becoming a mean person. ME??? The person who saves face and tries to keep peace within the family unit ??? If a nice person goes bad, shouldn't people close to them be concerned and maybe ask if there's a problem? That's what I'd do....and did with my hubby a few weeks back. I told him he complained too much --- about EVERYTHING ---and that he needed to choose his battles. So, I guess now I've turned into him. Or..maybe it's because .... my oldest son was recently deployed to Iraq...and I'm having a hard time dealing with it. Does anyone ever ask me how I'm feeling during all of this? NO! OK...so maybe everyone has to walk on eggshells around me for the next 12 months or so...and maybe I've morphed from a nice, sweet, person...to one that has other things on her mind and doesn't feel like being nice at this particular point in time. I don't want to be classified as a MEAN person...just a crabby one who has alot on her plate and wants her son to come home safe.