Soulful Voices











{December 7, 2006}   MOM- Job Description

POSITION:
Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy

JOB DESCRIPTION:
Long term, team players needed, for challenging permanent work in an  often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent  communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.

RESPONSIBILITIES:
The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily, until someone needs $5. Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in  3 seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys and battery operated devices. Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.

POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT & PROMOTION:
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE:
None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

WAGES AND COMPENSATION:
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

BENEFITS:
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.

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Dear God, are You still awake?
Have you got a minute or two?
You’re pretty good at understanding
And I really need to talk to You.

You see, Mommy came to tuck me in,
Like she does every night.
I was trying to play a trick on her,
Since she can’t see without the light.

I was going to close my eyes,
And pretend to be asleep.
But when I heard her crying,
I didn’t dare let out a peep.

She started talking to you, God.
Did you hear the things she said?
Could You hear what she was saying
As she stood beside my bed?

Why would Mommy be so sad?
I wondered just what I had done,
And then I began to remember it all
As she named them one by one…

This morning we worked in the garden,
But, honest, I really didn’t know
That if I picked all the little yellow blooms,
The tomatoes wouldn’t grow!

Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,
‘Cause I know that’s what Mommy needs,
But I don’t think she was too happy with us
When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.

Mommy said we should stop for the day,
She decided we had helped quite enough.
I sure had worked up an appetite…
I didn’t know gardening was so tough!

We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch,
And I shared too much, I guess…
But I didn’t realize until I was done
That Charlie had made such a mess.

Mommy said she needed a nap,
She had one of her headaches today.
She told me to keep an eye on my sister
And find something quiet to play.

Well, God, do You remember all those curls
You gave my little sister Jenny?
We played barber shop…very quietly…
And now, well, she doesn’t have any.

Boy, was Mommy mad at me…
I had to go sit on my bed.
She said never to cut “people hair” again.
I guess I’ll practice on Charlie instead.

We sat and watched poor old Albert,
I just knew he must be so bored
Going round and round in the same place all day,
Wouldn’t You think so, Lord?

I didn’t think it would hurt to let him out for a while,
I mean, mice need exercise, too
By the way, have You seen Albert lately?
He’s been sort of missing since two.

Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.
She said we needed fresh air.
But when Daddy came home she told him
She was trying to get something out of her hair.

We thought Mommy needed cheering up,
So we decided to brighten her day.
But, God, did You see the look on her face
When we gave her that pretty bouquet?

We had gotten a little bi t dirty,
So Mommy said to get in the tub
“Use soap this time,” she reminded,
“and please don’t forget to scrub.”

Charlie didn’t like the water too much,
But I lathered up real good.
I knew Mommy would be so proud of me
For cleaning up like I should.

I went downstairs to the table,
But during dinner it started to rain…
I’d forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,
And I hadn’t unplugged the drain!

I decided right then it was just about time
To start getting ready for bed,
When Mommy said, “It’s sure been a long day,”
And her face began turning all red.

I lay listening to Mommy,
As she told You about our day.
I thought about all of the things I had done
And I wondered what I should say.

I was just about to tell her
That I’d been awake all along,
And ask her to please forgive me
For all of those things I’d done wrong.

When suddenly, I heard her whisper,
“God, forgive me for today…
For not being more understanding
When those problems came my way…”

“For not handling situations
In the way You want me to…
For getting angry and losing my temper,
Things I know You don’t want me to do…”

“And, God, please, give me more patience,
Help me make it through another day,
I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise…”

Wiping her eyes, she kissed me
And knelt here beside my bed.
She strokes my hair for a little while…
“I love you, precious,” Mommy said.

She left the room with out ever knowing
That I’d been awake all the time.
And God, could we make it our little secret?
You know, Just Yours and mine?

I’m sorry I was so much trouble today.
I really didn’t mean to be…
Daddy says it’s tough being a kid sometimes,
But I think it’s harder on Mommy than me.

Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.
It’s sure nice to know You’re there.
I feel so much better when I talk to You
“Cause You always hear my prayer.

And I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise…
Just You wait and see!
I’ll try not to be so much trouble again,
But, God, please give more patience to Mommy just, in case, for me?!

~~ Maurine Reynolds Adamek ~~
From the book, I’ll Do Better Tomorrow, I Promise



{November 18, 2006}   Reflections of Mom

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I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can share my faith with you, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life,but I can’t build your reputation.
I can tell you about alcohol, but I can’t say “no” for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can’t prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can’t achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can’t force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make you moral.
I can love you as a child, but I cannot place you in God’s family.
I can pray for you, but I cannot make you walk with God.
I can teach you about Jesus, but I cannot make Jesus your Lord.
I can tell you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.



{November 16, 2006}   Goodnight Kiss

I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise to kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they’re up and gone, and walking out the door
And I’ll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.

It’s very strange how times have changed from the present to the past. 
When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt, 
or pat my baby on the back, or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.

Once it was a  bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee, Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy… Daddy hold me high.
Lets go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly…

I count it as a privilege I count it cause for praise.
To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.

For I know too soon they’re up and gone
And walking out the door
and I’ll never have a child to kiss goodnight anymore!

-author unknown



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